I saw this picture online and began thinking about situations I’ve had to walk away from as an act of love. Sometimes it is great to fight – good old perseverance. Other times the kindest thing you can do is walk away. I think of the things I knew were bad for me deep down but continued to do anyway and sure enough I got burned. Then there are the things I thought were good but were bad. The pain of discovering that all I had invested had been on vain. The only way I mananged to pull myself out of the pity party was to accept I was not perfect, draw on any lessons learned and forgive myself and any others involved. As a result I am beginning to see that the raging passions of youtg have to be controlled and tamed as we become mature adults because not every battle has to be fought. Sometimes it is easier (and better) to walk away.