One of the worst feelings is that of a missed opportunity.
Look back to that exact moment it left. You were gazing right into it’s lovely eyes. You knew it was meant to be embraced, yet you stood there mute, motionless, and timid—absolutely paralyzed with the fear of the unknown, of the reaction, of the aftermath, but above all, the action of actually grabbing that grad opportunity by its hand. You think of this all while watching it walk away from you, but it exits just slow enough so that you may still catch up to it.
But you don’t. You let it go.
It was a chance you knew you would never get again! COWARD! The only thing that consumes you now is regret, sorrow, and insecurity.
Next time an opportunity is presented to you take it. I’m sure the outcome will feel much more satisfying than the inadequacy that is currently gnawing at you.