I saw a young couple taking pictures on the bridge today. This wasn’t the first time I saw a couple smiling their widest for the camera in this beautiful backdrop. But something about them got me thinking. I don’t know their names or where they came from. But the girl’s white dress and the man’s black tux gave it all away. Surely they were posing for their wedding photos. Standing on that narrow bridge, those two looked happy and content. I wondered if they knew this wasn’t the destination but the start to their journey. The life they were going to live looked a lot like the bridge they were standing on. Narrow and fragile, long and full of bumps. I think they knew that but perhaps they don’t know that just like the bridge, their married life was a one way street. Once you commence the journey, there’s no turning back. You can fight and disagree but you can’t come back to this moment. You can pull and push each other off the bridge but you can’t walk the bridge from start again. I saw a young couple taking pictures on the bridge today, the happiest they’ll ever be again.