The Rejected

This is for you, who feels rejected, and you, who have been rejected, over and over again.

I promise you; nobody can promise you that it won't happen again.

Rejection is not something that you swallow only when you're a kid or a teen. It is something that you digest for as long as you live.

"For as long as you live."

If you're being rejected, it means that you live. It means that you're being your very self. It means that you have principles (though you may not realize this). It means that you've put yourself out there. It means that you've been brave. It means that you've risked your heart.

I still get rejected. By companies. By schools. By events. By people. To this very day, wallahi, I still get rejected. You would think being adults, people would handle rejection better, like experts. Not always. Not really. A heart which dares to hope, repeatedly, does not think, only feels. It gets broken and rebirth, broken and rebirth, like a baby who knows nothing. When it says "this is the last," it is often no more than a comforting lie.

This is for you, who feels rejected, and you, who have been rejected, over and over again.

It's okay to feel pain, to hurt so much beyond your comprehension, even if this may be the hundredth time that it happens. Know that humans do not complete you. Know that rezeki is in the hands of someone who loves you more than your parents do.

Him.

You will be okay and will be kind. I will be okay and will be kind. We will be okay and will be kind.

Be kind, be kind, be kind.


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