One of the few things I pride myself over is a healthy childhood and strong family support. It wasn't until a few days back that I realised no matter how much one chooses to protect you, it does not, in anyway, prepare you for the singlemost part of life we all fear - rejection.
For the last couple of days, I was busy prepping for an interview at a rather good firm. I was fairly confident I would get through and so, didn't really have the post-interview jitters one usually gets while waiting for THE place to revert. Sure enough, few days after the interview, as expected, friends heard from them, favourably. What followed was nothing short of an eye-opener.
Unlike my friends, I did not make the cut. I expected I would move on and continue doing as well as I was before. However, not only did I go into one of the worst mood swings ever, I felt this was the end of my world, as I saw it. At that point of time, I felt nobody could be worse off than I am.
Rejection was like a domino effect in my life after which nothing ever made up to the fact that "I did not make it". Everything else dimmed in comparison. After days of a 'woe is me' monologue, I made up my mind. Either I could drag on with my life knowing that I was the one who failed, giving the firm victory over my capablities.
Or, I could pick up the pieces, hold my head high, wounded but not defeated,
and move on.
For the last couple of days, I was busy prepping for an interview at a rather good firm. I was fairly confident I would get through and so, didn't really have the post-interview jitters one usually gets while waiting for THE place to revert. Sure enough, few days after the interview, as expected, friends heard from them, favourably. What followed was nothing short of an eye-opener.
Unlike my friends, I did not make the cut. I expected I would move on and continue doing as well as I was before. However, not only did I go into one of the worst mood swings ever, I felt this was the end of my world, as I saw it. At that point of time, I felt nobody could be worse off than I am.
Rejection was like a domino effect in my life after which nothing ever made up to the fact that "I did not make it". Everything else dimmed in comparison. After days of a 'woe is me' monologue, I made up my mind. Either I could drag on with my life knowing that I was the one who failed, giving the firm victory over my capablities.
Or, I could pick up the pieces, hold my head high, wounded but not defeated,
and move on.
