The Act of Breaking Bridges.

This has been happening ruthlessly. Endlessly. This state of flux is turning me into a ruthless unfeeling human being. Why am I not able to have feelings. What sort of completion am I looking for. Is there no end to this quest? That sense of utter completion that overwhelms you when you finish a beautiful lunch is totally missing. Not that I am not having beautiful lunches. But then, somewhere something is really really missing. I am getting things which I have always wanted. Somehow I am beginning to achieve things that I wanted to, albeit in a shaky manner. But that sense of satisfaction is not there at all. That sense of sit-back-with-a-beer-coz-tomorrow-is-sunday is not happening at all. I always get that feeling of relentless motion. And I have been breaking a lot of bridges. I have ruthlessly rushed over them. They have crumbled behind me. I have not even looked back once to at least spare a soft glance. I do not like what I am doing. But I believe I will have to do that. I am a traveller. And the bridges will break. But will I ever cross over. Will I ever be at peace with myself. I guess I broke one bridge on Friday. I dont want to break any more of them. I am done with it.