rejection is never easy.
when I was nominated to be snow white in a school play in primary school and got rejected because I was… too fat.
I cried for many weeks.
when I applied for a scholarship in high school and got rejected because I was… a foreigner.
I cried again, for months.
when I applied for a job at an MNC as a fresh graduate and got rejected because I didn’t have the right education.
I felt the world against me.
when I asked my friends to join me on a trip and went without them at the very last minute because… they suddenly had more important things to do.
I felt unimportant.
when I applied to NUS’s medical faculty and received a rejection note months later.
I felt dumb, even when I didn’t really want to do medicine (I feel faint at the sight of pools of blood).
when I sent an email to someone I admired, inviting them to join an event I organised, and got rejected.
I again felt unimportant.
I used to let it crush and cripple me for weeks, or months, or years…
Now, I accept it.
Each rejection taught me how normal rejection was.
And if it is normal, why fight it?
Rejection is like breathing. Natural, normal and expected.