I was once told that editing one's life as one would a manuscript is a positive thing. Editing frees us from extraneous emotions, thoughts, actions and people. Much like Bruce Lee's philosophy of retaining the useful and discarding the useless.

I've come to realize "editing" is easier said than done. No matter how ruthlessly logical the mind decides to be, the heart will always beg to differ. Some emotions simply cannot be discarded. Some situations in life simply cannot be edited.

Unrequited loves. How does one discard such a sentiment as love?

Estranged relationships. How does an olive branch even get cut off from the tree if neither party is willing to talk?

Irreparably-broken friendships. How does one ever forget the sweetness of shared experiences?

Perhaps I'm more of a Daoist than I thought. 無 爲. Some things are not meant to be edited. Because editing life is a flawed process that never ends and rarely accomplishes anything.