Rejection Is Life's Greatest Catalyst

I put this up here eight months ago; it still carries a cymbal-effect within the deep fountains of my soul.

This is actually a true story. It happened on the third day of June 2015. The exact incident occurred few hours to the most nerving and heart-rendering debacle (after May 9 incident) that took the entire the nation by surprise.

A heavy downpour literally restricted movement- humans and vehicles. This was a young man who in a swift attempt to seek refuge in a nearby petrol station was met with outright rejection. The security personnel on duty confronted him, suggesting he finds another place since in an unlikely stampede, there would be many casualties. The truth was, the small space was fully packed.

This young man did not take it lightly with the guard. By a blink of an eye, a heated brawl almost set in. Other occupants jumped into the defense of the security personnel. The young man left the scene, walked through the rain (about 500m range), where he finally sought refuge in a friend's shop. The next hour saw the biggest news headline after a decade and more. The rest is history.

How do you respond to rejection? Do you throw fists around? It is okay to fight back. Do you still fight when the writings on the wall give you out? For every rejection, the need for a fight-back is chief. After proving enough points make no sense any longer, just let go. It is not cowardice. It means standing upright to defend your principles. For every rejection, there is a manual for a new direction.

Some of us ought to be appreciative enough for the lives of people who smashed our faces with rejections. Some people would never have worked hard to control a plump bank balance if they had not lost a beloved to a well-to-do dude. Had it not been the 'timely' stinking tongue-lash by a a driver's assistant (mate), some people would have never saved to own a car. If not for the prig-hell-of-a-boss, you couldn't have become a better employee and subsequently a well mannered employer. If someone had not spoke spitefully of a degree, you'd never had let academic credentials showed up in your arguments. Be glad you had a difficult landlord (lady), s(he) is the more reason you're now paying attention to that piece of land you never wanted to build anything on.

My brother! My sister! You say wetin?
Rejection is a catalyst of life. If it does not challenge you, it won't change you either. Be glad it happened. Until you come to a point you see every rejection as tool for upliftment, you'd blame people, systems. Eventually, you're the very person who loses BIG TIME.