It has taken me a while to write you this letter. I’ve put it off because I had a hard time sorting out exactly how I feel about us. I know we have been together for a long time, but I must break up with you.
When we first met, I didn’t like you very much. You weren’t even worried. Unbeknownst to me, your strategy from the beginning was for me to surrender myself to you completely. With minuscule effort, your plan worked. It only took a few experiences with you before you became my familiar pain.
Just in case anyone else reads your mail, allow me to explain. Familiar pain is a place of retreat when you are eliminated from being considered relevant. This is a place to hide the effects of alienation by using humor, sarcasm, or indifference to cover your tear tracks. Familiar pain only has one requirement; you must visit it often and repeatedly.
Then there is the good, the bad, and the ugly of rejection. Let me work this backward and commence with the ugly of rejection first.
The ugly is the residue of negative encounters.
- What others think of you matters too much.
- You feel that it’s your fault you’ve been rejected.
- You assume guilt for not being good enough.
I did a background check on you. According to a conducted research, there are some additional “perks” that come in the form of crippling impairments. In addition to psychological discomfort, physical pain is often your accomplice. You are such a stage hog! Each time an experience is re-lived, you get an encore and we get to go back to ground zero. This is just a little bit of ugly. Let’s move on.
What’s bad about you for us. It’s bad when:
Finally, we come to the good of rejection. This is the one you don’t want anyone to find out about. Good rejection destroys the yokes of the bad and the ugly. I had to go to the Word of God for this one:
He [Jesus] is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. (Isaiah 53:3-5)
Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior accepts us with all our injuries and imperfections! He alone is the Healer and Redeemer of our souls.
Before I learned of His Word, I didn’t realize that you were taking advantage by limiting our capacity to accomplish great things and attempting to abort our destinies. Greatness can come forth when others have disqualified you and pain can push us into our path and purpose.
Not that I need to tell you all this, but I wanted to set words to paper so you don’t get this twisted. You need me. I don’t need you. Without me, you will cease to exist in my life. Today and this day forward, I’ve decided to reject rejection.
I’m keeping a copy of this letter just in case anyone else ever thinks about getting back together with you!
With Sincere Disregard,
See also: The Break-Up