Rejections

Today, I received a rejection from someone I wanted to work with. The sadness I buried earlier crawls back out as my eyes well up. I don’t understand. I hit all the right points, expressed enthusiasm and skills, and vowed to do my best. In the end, they went with someone else. I’m not sure if that person was more qualified than me or if they got in through knowing someone who worked here. My heart hurts reading those same words.

Thank you for your time. It was a pleasure to meet you. We’ve found a better candidate. 

It’s not my resume. It’s not my work ethics. It’s that invisible barrier I can’t break through. I punch and kick and it never comes down. With one more rejection, my spirits sink low as dark thoughts fill my head. The world’s crumbling. Wars erupting, lines being drawn, and death toll rising each day. Does it matter that I lost another job? In the end, none of us may have work. The higher-ups will look for short-cuts. They want to work quicker not better.

You have a lot of merit. You meet the requirements. 

 Still, buried deep inside this pain, is a glimmer of hope. I tried. If I died with nothing, at least I can die trying to make a difference. I can die trying to make something of myself.

 I’m rooting for you. I believe in you.

And that’s better than letting the rejections take over my life.