Here's a crazy idea.

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Rejection is good for you.

 Take it from a guy who was broken up with in the middle of a job hunt - rejection is good for you.

 I graduated from university in a haze, staggered by the very idea of being this quiet kid who's just acquired a professional academic qualification to practice doing what I enjoy, anywhere I could imagine in the entire world.

 Through vulnerable prayer and focused diligence, the God of Abraham lifted me up with His righteous right hand - made my family proud, proved whoever doubted me wrong and woke up a part of my spirit that I didn't even know existed.

 But something had to be broken off of me, something that would've increased the challenge of living in the reality I'm trying to understand now; that something is pride.

 I mean, what else do you call a privileged, tended-to last born boy child with a genius complex so massive that he quits something the moment he doesn't grasp it?

 Sounds pretty prideful to me.

 It only got worse over time as the passer-by commentary sung over something that's dead and cold: ''you two make a great couple'', ''you're so cute together'', or whatever. It all feels so long ago that I wonder if it even happened; maybe it's just a false memory.

 But I'm getting ahead of myself.

 I'd become so comfortable with the state of my life that I separated myself from the fact that things end, plans fail and hearts break.

 I thought I was doing great, and every corner of my life told me ''no'', one way or another.

 But now that I think about it, things went pretty good for my first try. See, here's the thing - you may not know where to look but you'll know where not to look.

 That's what rejection is - ''not here'', ''not yet''.

 It reminded me that things fall apart so that they can come back together.

 Your heart can break, but it can always come back together. 

 Maybe the people that turn you away don't need you the way you need them; that's sure to break your heart. But something will seep out and it won't be there when your heart gets pieced back together.

 Then you'll understand, in some way, that you never really needed much from out there but a whole lot from in here...💙

 Maybe rejection really is good for you, good for us. But that's just a crazy idea.

 Happy pre-Valentine's Day, reader. Thank you for staying long enough for me to thank you.

 Coolest regards,
- Your Friendly Neighbourhood Kenji

Comments

  1. Kevster14 February 2020 at 15:06

    Very well written as always. It certainly has been a journey, I agree to your statement though. You did shine light to a different perspective and hopefully this will aid many people through the rough and dark patches that they are going through, or may go through in the future.

    I'm proud of you and honoured to have you in my life and call you my brother.

    Keep keeping in real. ��.

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    1. Your friendly neighbourhood.14 February 2020 at 15:15

      Thank you for your kind words, bro.

      Remember - that goes both ways. You're a great creative, and the world's a warmer place with you in it.

      Let's both keep keepin' real, fam.

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