Worse Than Being Rejected

THE MOST painful thing is not the words thrown by people. It is not the things done by people. The most painful thing isn’t death. It isn’t people leaving. Because the most painful thing is; rejection.

Yes it’s rejection. The words that were thrown by people can be forgotten as well as the things they have done. Death is a constant thing. Because all of us will die eventually. Even if it takes time to move on from death of a certain people, we can still get over it. People leaving, it also takes time to say goodbye but as I say, we can still move on with our life. We can get over it and move forward.

But rejection? If we are already rejected, we can’t do anything at all. We can’t change the fact that we were rejected by someone. And even if we have moved on or gotten over from the feeling of being rejected, we can’t change things. We will just always be the rejected one of some. The feeling of being rejected? Woah! It is –worst. Even if we didn’t think of it anymore, we can’t just change it. Even if we let things be, even if we forgot about it, we will always be the rejected one by some.

And what’s worse? –Rejected by someone we care about, rejected by someone who matters to us, rejected by someone we love.

We can’t just order others; hey! don’t reject me. We can’t just dictate others; hey! you can’t reject me. We can’t just beg; please don’t reject me. We can’t just change things; tomorrow when I wake up you won’t reject me anymore.

We can’t just demand for acceptance to someone who can never ever accept us. We can’t just kneel and cry and beg to someone who didn’t even care. We can’t just insist ourselves to people who didn’t even want us in their lives. We can’t just plead to people who didn’t even dare to listen to any words we say. We can’t just ask for things like; please tell me what to do just so you accept me.

And what’s worse than being rejected? Worse than worst? –There is no such solution to rejection that will not hurt you. Whatever we do, whatever we say, how much we try, how many times we beg, how many times we kneel, we will just be hurt as always.

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The Picture Above The Casket

SHE’S DEAD. Two of her friends are with her. They came back from where they’ve been. But the thing is she can’t remember where they have been. She saw the house, the two-story house she doesn’t even know who the owner is. There were a lot of people; people talking, people eating. But those people didn’t bother looking at them as if they didn’t even see them. She, together with her two other friends, enter the said house and go upstairs.

She saw three caskets. Two were open but the other one was close. Each casket has a picture on top of it. She saw the picture standing at the close casket. Upon seeing it, she didn’t realize the tears in her eyes. She was stunned. It was her. That was her picture. But how can it be. There she was, alive, standing, staring at her own eyes on the picture above the casket. But is she really alive? But what had happened? She doesn’t know. She was confused. She wanted to ask a lot of question but to whom? She didn’t dare to open the casket because she doesn’t want to see herself. She doesn’t want to know how it happened. She can’t bear to see herself lifeless.

They saw God walking down the stairs. She with her two other friends, eyes drowned with tears, approach Him, begging for one last chance to talk with their other friend. He gave them another chance but as a condition, they can’t change anything. Yet her other friend tries to change something but God stop her. Then something made her open her eyes. She woke up as her tears came running down, tears she cannot control. It was just a dream. All of it was just a dream. Just a dream.

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Living With These Clothes

IT’S OUR clothes.. Others may adore how brave we are. Some see us as a person who is fear-free, a person who walks with pride.

But bravery isn’t really it.

Sometimes we just didn’t want them to know how scared we are. We just didn’t want them to show our weaknesses. Because if we let them show such things, we don’t know how will they react, we don’t know what will happen.

And that’s the reason we are so afraid; we don’t want to know.. We don’t want to know because it will change something. And we’re afraid of changes. Afraid of changes because we’re not used to it. Because we don’t want to learn or to do new things. Because we don’t want to adjust. Because we don’t understand. Because it’s set in our minds that it will change the something into nothing.

And we all hate what we don’t understand.. So our tendency is to choose to wear our clothes on thinking things will be better that way.

“We fear what we do not understand.”

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