Rejection hurts

I believe that any form of rejection hurts and in my share of experiences, I had been rejected many times. Can we just agree to how much rejection hurts to how unfathomable it is to explain yourselves? I find it hard to accept the reality when it comes down to it, but in all honesty, there is something about rejection. I'm starting to accept that rejection is just another abstract that occurs in my life and I could not imagine how many times I wanted to achieve out of something so pointless, yet become distraught that anything is not possible. 

I had been rejected by guys I had crushes on.

I had been rejected to participate in an assignment my instructor refused to let me help because of belittling my abilities.

I had been rejected by many job corporations.

I had been rejected to receive a potential scholarship.

I had been rejected to move onto to play within my school's badminton team. 

I have more rejections that I could list, but I have no time to make the list go on. 

All of these rejections I receive did kill my heart for some time, but then I had an epiphany. I noticed these rejections are a harsh way of seeing them as ways of improvement in preparation to keep fighting, and refusing to step foot on grown at all costs. I been there so many times and to realize that I noticed it doesn't bother me the year I grew. Heck, I would let it bother me from day to night while moping like the world is over if I was still a bratty sixteen year old. But you know what, if there were no rejection at all, where do we go to if we want to improve ourselves and findings that could decide whether it is amendable or not. If the issue has no way to contribute any further opportunities, does this mean it is another saying of our dreams have been crushed and probably kiss it goodbye?

I'm probably rambling nonsense because rejection is such an eerie state of mind and there is really no way for me to explain whether we need to accept rejection or realize that our big hopes have gone down the pipe and there is no sewer to bring back our sudden feelings. I just got rejected to my dream university in hoping to study there for the next two years and I got that side of the story really well. I got smacked right on the side of my face and it felt great. I'm not complaining like a teenager am I? If I am, I will certainly take back everything I say because I say what I want on my blog and I cannot help if I am restricted to not express my feelings through words. I guess I will learn to accept the truth, or maybe I wouldn't  for quite a while because rejection is fucking confusing.