Rejections

This me is different because
This me takes rejections
Like a glass of water on a thirsty afternoon.

This me is different because
This me takes on challenges
Like breathing air on a misty morning.

This me is different because
This me falls and rises again,
Like a weed growing from the heart of a rock.

This me is different because
This me spreads joy
Like the sun on a winter morning.

This me is so ambitious that
He chose to be sad and found,
Instead of happy and lost.