Why Burn Boats

Why to burn the boats? ..because the past has such ugly pain attached with it sometimes, that we're scared to make new mistakes..
in fear of experiencing the same pain again? Or maybe we have repeated the same mistakes so many times that we tune our minds that we can’t possibly make any new ones; new ones are important sometimes in order to grow into a more complete form of your true self.
Some parts of the boat that still burns might have gone unseen while it was intact. Or maybe it is the realization inside the mind that only once I leave no path of return, can I move ahead. Or maybe the distance helps to see what vision the comfort in closeness could not provide.
The pain of loss is intense; and each time you lose something new, the agony associated is new and different as well. This pain can either paralyze you into a stagnant state of the spirit and mind, or motivate you to gain something newer and better; but nonetheless, it hurts!
As we progress in chronological age, we do not grow older, but it is only that every next mistake becomes a wiser one, even if a repetitive one.
I’ve attempted to kill my inner child so many a time, but failed. She continues to turn into an adult who just becomes more rigid in her faith in all the goodness that lies unexposed or partially so, around her. She gets disappointed and tired of her struggle to keep her own goodness alive, takes a blow, falls down, suffers a concoction, but gathers herself and raises to the challenge again, trying to forget all the blows from the past. Shall her stubbornness pay off? Who knows! The journey is slow, but the goal is to keep moving on (emphasis: MOVING ON, not running away). She has done the latter in the parentheses so many times, only to end up panting, and stopping to absorb a better view of the surrounding dimensions.
“Oh! I stopped again; I just hope I get going quickly again, because the longer I stay, the harder it’ll get to move on. But I shall just walk, take things slowly this time, and not run away just because it gets painful to leave.”
So many times, being made to stay where it wasn’t my place, and so many times ran away from parts of me, assuming they were borrowed for some purpose, whichever.
(feeling pleasure in setting things on fire, watching them burn) hardly ever helps, isn’t it?!