That’s the thing about this life – your options almost always narrow down

When you’re young, there’s always someone warning “Don’t burn your bridges”. What they fail to tell you is that those bridges are going to catch the spark anyway, spontaneously combust. The light that inferno throws off will only illuminate your failures and dead dreams. And you go on kidding yourself there’ll be other ways back home, other ways to start again. For Christ’s sake, we live in the land of the remake. Head west. Change your name. Find the frontier, and a new life.

But at some point you come to understand, in one of those blinding flashes of satori, that there just is no way back. That the landscape has changed and warped and eroded so much that not only are there no bridges, but there aren’t even any roads, there’s not even a way to turn around and have a clear vision, to get a fix on where it was you came from.

© Jack O’Connell, “Wireless”

Another in a series of quotes and lyrics I tend to throw up on my birthday…