Ah. To be rejected

 Rejection is hard, probably the hardest part of life  From a program, from a loved one, from anything that seems to be of consequence. And then I wonder why that is. It feels super personal, like the world is conspiring against you, like you made all these mistakes and that its all your fault When rejection strikes, its important to identify these feelings. Its okay to grieve, its ok to feel lost and hopeless because whatever it is that you trying to achieve did hold value for you, so that makes sense.  But whats not ok is associating that with your self worth as a person  Take the loss. Learn from it. Move on in life. Be ok with being rejected, and hopefully one day success will come knocking.  Trying to make myself feel better, along with all of you cheers.  Muneeb
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A Thousand Flames



A Thousand Flames 

You were the sum of a thousand flames

I, a moth drawn to your endless light


A palate of cinders and ash


Yours was an unimaginable warmth


Mine was solace from the storm


Ours was a love purified by fading embers 


I could never tell where you began and I ended 


For my hands are tattooed still with scorch marks of your touch


And if I could live it again, certain in how it ends


A lifetime would be fair price, for another fleeting moment of us


Forgive my courage today, for the wind grows ever stronger


A new storm is approaching and the season turns

Too long have I huddled over this dying flame, it aches to be free


There is no wood left to burn 


But know that your warmth has never left me

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