I was writing out a reflection of a time I got rejected and I recalled a time way before back in my 20s. It was such a silly but brave thing I did to bring someone i barely know flowers and a card on Valentine's and shoot my shot. I recall my feelings then and they feel so distant now to how I feel. I was definitely in my mid 20s for sure. I've gained a lot of life experience since then and wrote in my final lines that any rejection I experience is just a glancing blow against my psyche armor. It isn't world shattering anymore. I'm proud of myself to write that.