In the little time of 19 years, 2 months and 16 days I have spent on Planet Earth, I, like all other members of the human race, have faced rejection many times.
Be it be on something as trivial as not getting a toy I wanted badly, to big things like my scholarship application being rejected, I have noticed that rejection is not as bad it sounds.
True, there is a sense of melancholy that hits you like a freight train at first, but after that we float in a blissful limbo where we know longer have to wait for an answer . We are thankful that at least now we have a response. Something concrete to work upon. And something solid that we can get past.
It’s like that freight train stops this close to your face and you calmly (or maybe you do shed a few tears of shock) step around it and climb out of its path to continue with your life and maybe even be on to better, bigger things