“Ah New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems"
For a quick second I thought I had my future planned out, engraved in a contractually obligated stone. Rejection hit hard, as it does when it malignantly resides in your blind spot. Your pride feels tender, even raw. The sudden declination scrapes away the fragile layer of confidence and success that enveloped the core. It’s never too thick a skin when confronted with such an attack that mocks your own reflection.
Still and all, the calluses, grown out of personal triumphs, will once again nurture my ego. Life goes on. And so it goes. And so it goes.
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