Editing One's Life
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?