Now, months later, looking at the photos I took of bridges -my obsession with them- and seeing how my life is unfolding I realize that all those hours just staring at them might have been more than just a way to spend an afternoon in the city. Depending on how you see them, bridges can have meanings. At least they do for me.
On one particular day while I was walking the bridge myself I remember witnessing a situation which left me thinking for a while. I was at the exact middle of the Golden Gate Bridge. You know when you get there because many start turning around.
Right there a young couple started arguing. Going back or keep walking was the topic. She wanted to keep going; he wanted to head back. After a few minutes of arguing without a deal she decided to cross that invisible line dividing one half of the bridge with the other. That single tiny step meant a lot. The discussion was immediately over and he joined her in crossing the other half together.
Since I came back home I was confronted with some important decisions in my own life. To cross or not to cross my own “bridges”.
Looks like I too decided to move one step past the middle for the first time. Lets see what awaits me on the other side 😉
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