Bridges

“I know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawn and all of our pain,will fade away when morning comes and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way.

and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone’s broken heart
and there’s no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends”


One of the most profound lyrics to ever be written in a song is included in the above quote, “every scar is a bridge to someone’s broken heart…” The question that is currently penetrating my mind is this, what happens when that bridge is burned down? How do you love people who don’t allow themselves to be reached? Is it possible to assist in the rebuilding of that bridge, or are we simply held at the mercy of willingness and desire? None of these questions I have an answer to, however, I do [as usual] have an opinion.

Today I had a fruitful, vulnerable and intense conversation with my friend Seth Mills. Our conversation was based on the idea of creating a strong foundation financially, emotionally and relationally and in getting to know Seth, I have learned that he is ultra aware of this process considering that he has only experienced twenty years and eleven months of life. There are tragic things happening in his world, all of which he has no direct control over. During our conversation I couldn’t help but think about the option of him shutting down emotionally, a realistic option for anyone who is staring life in the face the way he is.

One of the topics that we closed with was emotional stability, he began to say that he was not emotionally stable in the face of the life that surrounds him, I gracefully interrupted by asking him how he treats his long time girlfriend, Erin? He answered by telling me that she is more often than not a wooden chair that he rests in rather than being wood for the fire. Seth has clearly not burned this emotional bridge that links his scars to those around him. This doesn’t mean that there will not be times when he pulls a plank from his chair and hurls it into the blazing flame, which is expected from time to time and should be accepted as long as the plank is quickly replaced by self awareness, apology  and a conscious decision to respond better next time.

How many bridges have you burned? Do you fear that your scar is individual to you and foreign to the rest of humanity? Do you have any desire to repair your bridge, or are you more comfortable in the seclusion of your own “island”?

Take a moment and think of the bridges you’ve burned? Now, go on your journey to repair them and heal the wounds.

L!VELOVE

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