Disappointment or divine plan

Just got a mail from the University I had applied for in Melbourne that my application was unsuccessful! After the initial disappointment there was the solace that everything works out for the best in the end. I am pretty bad at taking rejection of any kind. In moments like these I end up taking really fucked up decisions. I know that PhD isn't my calling but it sounded good to everybody around me so I went along with the game. I know for sure that it is Culinary Arts for me but it's hard to get it across to my folks. I have been avoiding this confrontation for some time now but I think it's time to talk to them once again. Mum is usually accommodating but Dad is a completely different story. I don't blame him for his arrogance and narrow mindedness and it's too late in the day to change his ways which are set by now. 

I have learnt this through experience that things that don't work out be it relationships or otherwise are very painful to start with but in hindsight one realises that everything worked out just fine. Haven't spoken to Mr Oz in a while now but he is someone who needs to know about this. Let's see how he takes this. 

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