The Cancer of Bitterness

As the beginning of the fall semester at The University of Texas in Arlington approaches, I can still feel the sting of rejection from The University of Texas in Austin.  With a flawless 4.0 grade point average and a commendable record of community service and volunteer work, I should have been the model student and a shoe-in for this prestigious university.  However, that was not the case.  Failing to have me as a student is not hurting UT Austin one bit.  The only person it is hurting is me.  The resulting jaded cynicism is negatively coloring my worldview and preventing the enjoyment of other quality institutions and life experiences.  This cancer of bitterness also impairs surrounding relationships with others and jeopardizes my mental and emotional health.  In addition, it prevents me from the innate capability I have to actually perform to the utmost potential.  How do I move on after receiving such a blow?  What does healing look like in regard to something like this?  Time does heal all things, but not if I refuse to implement and act on the proper measures to allow healing to take place.  In the meantime, life has an uncanny knack for unfolding the way it should.  I simply need to take one day at a time and to perform those things in life which are my responsibility.  In the end, my Higher Power will orchestrate the symphony of life into a beautiful melody. 

"He has made everything beautiful in its time.  He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end."
Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV

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