There was a snow storm not long ago.

I went to shovel my car out when all the snow was finished. My car sits in a parking lot across the street and they hadn’t plowed yet. So I had a lot of work ahead of me. I got the car out and then it got stuck. So I spent my time going back and forth trying to get the car unstuck. Then something peculiar happened.

The guy I swore was the only person I ever hated (my Mom’s soon-to-be-ex-husband) began helping me.

WOAH!

This is my sworn enemy. Yet, he was helping me. It made me think:

Who is really worth being an enemy?

I’ve soaked many bridges with gasoline and am weighing which ones to throw the match to. But what if the match doesn’t belong to any of them? What if I just let the smell of gasoline stay as a reminder, “this bridge was once off limits.”

With as large and complex as the universe is, who is really worth the time to burn? No one.

No one is worth holding a grudge against.

No one is worth turning my back on.

No one is worth hate.

That’s what it boils down to. When you burn a bridge, you hate it. You say it no longer has use.

But everyone, for whatever reason, has use. They have purpose.

Now I’ve gotta step back, swallow my pride, and tuck my matches away.