The Art of Rejection

Life is like an unopened birthday present, we never know what surprise lies ahead. We may encounter events that eventually tore our hearts in two and scenarios that leave us discouraged, but have we ever asked ourselves, why these things are happening? What is the purpose of these heartbreaks? What is the main purpose of our existence?

My life has never been perfectly carved. I may be wearing a glittering curve but behind those smiles their lies a gloomy and alone – me; Embraced by sadness, covered by depression and suffocated by tormenting pain inside.

My journey has been on a windy sail in the middle of the turbulence of the sea and on the four corners of my being I am ill; emotionally disturbed, mentally altered, spiritually lacking. It all started on a clear cut mistake that take a snapshot of error that disturbs me until now.

For two decades living on this world I always met people with unique personalities, different points of view, unlike opinions but of all the people that come and go in my life, I never remember their faces, the way they smile, the way they act but the memories that I have with them. Rejection has been somehow a detrimental virus in our system; it weakens our hearts, destroys our confidence and in fact hides all the capabilities we do have that can be able to share, that were the disastrous pain of REJECTION.

My first rejection was when I fell in love with a person whom I thought would be the man of my dreams that would help me fulfill my ambitions but I wasn’t too cautious to feel that he is just existing in wonderland, all fraud… loving me with lies.

He has been my knight and shining armor, he used to be my saving grace when the darkness of life started to consume me, my shoulder to cry on when the pain of life’s suppression becomes unbearable, he is my man. I have never known his existence until sadness me. A man had totally crushed my heart and fall it into pieces but he came along and patiently put all the pieces again. I have been so blessed that for almost quiet some time he realized my long time dream – to be loved by someone. But all of the happy moments that I have with him had soon torn into fragments when all of the sweetness that I have savor had turn to tear – provoker and the reason of my sadness. I cried each night longing for the love that has been lost in the midst of my immatureness but all of it soon fade to memories and was not worth reminiscing. One day I stand up and face the world with life forgetting every chapter that I have with him. Proving I can still go on with my life. It takes for me a single heartache to make me see and stand on my own again.

They say that obtaining rejection the second time around is more painful than the first one and I prove it right, it was so suppressing that I even want to be on the gateways of hell. Being rejected by the people that you trust and considers as friends is the hardest thing that your mind can’t even conceive. But thanks to them for because of their single rejection it makes me stand up on my feet again and be able to fulfill my destiny little by little.

Rejection has been a part of our daily lives; it comes on what we expected not to come. Then as it enters our system it became unbearable to carry but we should act a little from our part take the rejection as a positive one, look at the brighter side of the rejection, scrutinize what was the main reason of that and you will be able to know that in every failure there lies a simple reason. Everything in this world has its own purpose, your happiness, your sadness, your triumphs, your failures; everything of it has its own direction to go. God has been to wise to be mistaken for the scenarios that was happening in our lives. Trust in Him and He will never fail you. That’s the ART OF REJECTION, Bitter but has its sweet at the end.