Leaving my boat, burning my bridges

Funny how certain experiences of ours call to mind a particular passage from Scripture; and how certain passages from Scripture make us look at a particular experience from a different perspective.
Today's Gospel talks about the call of Simon the Fisherman. Towards the end of the passage it says: When they brought their boats to the shore, they left everything and followed him. (Luke 5:11)
Following Jesus is the source of true joy and fullness of life, but it has its price to pay. In my experience, it is not a choice between good and bad. Rarely do I have this choice. Rather, it was always a choice to leave behind a certain Something, that has given me joy, security and a certain fulfillment.
These past months have been the longest and most difficult experience of leaving my boat.
I guess the image of burning my bridges has more impact to me. I have always loved bridges. In fact, it is one of my symbols. Bridges symbolize connection. I have always been a relational person. I could renounce my own comforts or go way out of my way in order to give joy to somebody. Perhaps, sometimes I exaggerate. But that is what I am.
The Gospel today is like an inspiration from God. I have to burn my bridges in order to be truly for Him and for His Kingdom. It is not easy. I struggle a lot, because, as I said earlier, it's not as if it's a choice between good and bad.
The price of following Jesus is solitude. I am still in the process of letting go and of accepting this reality. Many say that solitude is the source of fecundity. Well I am not yet there, but I hope that I am on the road.