Rejection in a black hand-drawn type design

I got my first rejection this year.

Rejection has been part of me since childhood. It’s a foe that sits by my door all day long and comes in uninvited.

I’m sad.
I’m mad.
I’m disappointed.
I’m angry.

But there’s one thing I believe in: A man is not defined by his number of wins but by the number of times he gets up after being knocked down.

We go again. With more defiance.