Dear my future self,
Today you got rejected by a writing programme that you had all of your hopes pinned upon, and it got me thinking … How many rejections are too many? How many setbacks does it take to truly break a person? How many times do you have to pick yourself up only to be pushed down again the next day. The world is cruel, and unfair. It’s relentless and overbearing. It takes you on a ride, and most of the time you feel as if you’re in the dark, unable to figure out what’s next. And I’m tired of it. I’m as tired of it as I’m sure you are by now.
So, today you got rejected by a writing programme that you had all of your hopes pinned upon, and it was the wrong day to find this news out. Maybe, if it had been tomorrow, you wouldn’t have felt so frustrated with the path your post-graduation life made you take. Maybe you would have shrugged, closed the email and continued to write despite it all. But today isn’t tomorrow, just as yesterday wasn’t today. And today I’m upset that it wasn’t me, or you (whoever you turn out to be) that was gifted with a chance. A chance to prove that this is all worth it … that it will be worth it in the end. For your sake, and mine, I hope you can look back upon this and be grateful that you were gifted more time alone with your words.
Yes, it only takes one person to give you a chance, but first that person must be you.
Until next time,