Bridges and values

"I don't like to burn bridges." I often hear it. That's what they always say. "Don't burn bridges," my friends would tell me, which sounds quite... demanding? All right, all right.

But how about sincerity, honesty, truth, fidelity, loyalty and kindness? Are they no longer as valuable as friendships? The human values that are supposedly instilled deep into our veins, where are they now? Aren't we supposed to do, not just what we like to do, but what is right and good and virtuous? Is it enough to "not burn bridges" when you know you're doing something wrong? Even if you're not the one doing it? Do you think you are justified just because your hands are clean?

I should admit, that a lot of times, I fall into the trap of that kind of pleasure. That kind of pleasure which somehow eases the loneliness within you, that which you do just because it's something you can do at the time. But after a while, you are still the same old you, just worse. Because you were too weak to fall into that kind of trap.

I want to understand what is with these bridges. I believe they don't burn easily. They must not burn easily. I believe they should be strong enough that no matter how hard it is hit, it would hold steadfastly. And the bridges that you are not afraid to burn because you believe they are strong enough not to collapse, are the only ones you should keep. The bridges that burn, are the ones that are weak and unworthy of keeping.

I have burned some bridges. Those with cracks are really hard to save -- they'll fall no matter how hard you try to conceal the cracks.

Bridges, sometimes they amaze me.