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I found out yesterday that my dream will not become my reality.
At first I suffered a moment of intense disappointment. I wished so badly that things could be different. I wished so badly that my fate was not in the hands of someone else. I wished so badly to be given the chance that I thought I deserved.
I ranted a little. I huffed a little. And then I breathed.
Closure. Maybe even a smidge of relief when I really looked out for it.
Things happen for a reason don't they? I scrolled through my mind searching for a possible reason for this. I looked for good things about not reaching my dream, at this point in my life. Maintaining the status quo. I observed my fear of failure float away.
Things happen for a reason don't they? Life's pathway is rarely straight or smooth. Bumps. Slips. Swings and roundabouts.
Nothing wrong with that right?