Life Goes On, Part I

So, I didn't get the scholarship.  I was quite disgruntled over it for about 15 minutes. But, it's now fading fast.  Which is good.

I've become quite appreciative of the phrase "life goes on".    Most downs in life are somewhat gradual for me.  But some, like this one, are particularly steep.  But then the "life goes on" phrase kicks in, and I realize one thing:  I haven't died.  Indeed, the world has not come to an end.  My clock hasn't stopped ticking, the sun has never stopped shining, and the people have not ceased to be talking, reading, singing, and laughing around me.  So why should I, just because of one single thing?

I wrote the line "that just killed my day" to my professor, when I informed her that I hadn't won the scholarship.  But, shortly after sending the email, another thought crossed my mind:  It isn't really my day is it?  I didn't create it.  I had essentially nothing to do with it.  I'm just passing through it and something bad has happened to have happened.

Yes, it's God's day.  Why should I have any reason to feel down when, through it all, I still have God?  This is just silly manmade stuff I'm getting in over my head about, and there is absolutely no need to.

And, through writing and editing this whole post (which actually took the better part of forty-five minutes to adequately compose to my satisfaction), I've decided that I lack the liking for strawberry flavored milk.