Rejection

photo taken from google and edited by me.

photo taken from google and edited by me.

It hurts. A lot. I have never truly experienced rejection. Actually, I don’t think I even knew what rejection was until now. Literally a couple of minutes ago I experienced my first rejection from something: a rejection letter from one of the universities I applied too. I was leisurely checking my emails and saw that I had received an email from the university. I opened the email, read it, and instantly a feeling of disappointment and utter sadness flowed through me. I was disappointed in myself and I even became a little angry at the university. “How can they not accept me? Why?!”
Then I began to think about my parents. “How am I supposed to tell them that I was rejected from a school…”
A sat by myself in my room for a while staring at the rejection email. I tried thinking of positive thoughts to brighten up my mood. (I was studying for a test and I needed to cheer up to resume my studying too.)
Finally I realized something.
So what? Yeah…I was rejected from a school. Did anything else happen? I’m sure the sky did not fall down and that I am still going to end up with a stable job in the future and have a some-what successful career. I may be disappointed now but I am sure that a couple of months from now I am not even going to care about the rejection.
Rejection does not equal shame. There is no reason for me to feel disappointed in myself or ashamed of not being accepted to a school. I myself know that I am capable of many things and that a rejection letter does not mean that I am incapable or “not as good as other people”.
Rejection hurts…but it is a good experience. It is a taste of life.
I recently watched a video in class about happiness and how one finds happiness. Here is a hint of where happiness comes from… It does not come from simply being admitted to a certain school. Happiness is everywhere, it can even be found in a rejection email. This rejection made me cherish my acceptance to another school even more and it made me thankful for having friends and family members who can comfort me during my times of despair.

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