The Bridge

There's a bridge in every town that no one likes to cross. No one talks about it, no one thinks about, but it is there. Whether you are in San Francisco or a small town outside of Peoria, you will pass one. If you notice it, the first thing that may come to mind is a tragedy of some sort or shoddy infrastructure. In this day and age, either one may be the culprit. The truth, however is both benign and sinister. Bridges serve many purposes and therefore many representations. Yes, lives have ended on a bridge in many ways, yet their existence perpetuates so much more. They overcome raging waters, allow one to cross over a danger, provide a path to somewhere different. Perhaps a better place lies on the other side. Potentially a worse fate awaits on the opposite bank. It is a visual manifestation of progress, whether in life or in travel. What does that bridge mean to you, dear reader? Are you hesitant to cross it because you are afraid of what lies on the other side? Or is it a manifestation of some moral boundary you dare not broach? I can tell you what it truly means to you, if you'd like.

But you need to cross that bridge when you come to it.

Image courtesy of Mike Gagne