Rejection

As much as I hoped that I’d join the best in Stanford,
As much as I liked to think myself as “great” or “elite”
I think I’m just trying to fool myself.
Honestly, I’m not on some great quest for knowledge
I haven’t done anything great or exceptional
I’m just one of many
Someone who does as he is told
Who chases grades because society tells him that it’s important
Who aces the tests but learns little.
Sure, it’d be nice to be a great inventor
To discover the unexplored lands
But I also want to be happy
That’s my problem
I want to be happy
And when I really think about it
All I really want from life is to be with my friends
To laugh and joke around
To see others smile and smile myself.
Someone once told me
If you really wanted something, you’ll find a way to get it
I don’t blame my rejection on anything
Other than I just don’t want it
Sure, society tells me I want it
But my heart would like to disagree
Perhaps this rejection is all for the best
Maybe I wasn’t meant to go to Stanford
Because I’m supposed to end up somewhere else
Somewhere without a prestigious name
Somewhere I’ll be happy.
Let me be brief
For brevity is the soul of wit.
And hours of reflection and revision
Are all to be undone by a minute of decision
What comes next, we know not
Only that
The readiness is all…

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