I think the secret to receiving bad news (as long as it's not life threatening) is to remember that not everything will end up the way you want it the first time. Not everything has to be doomsday. Not every time you don't get what you want is it a direct, personal hit towards you.
I think that's the main reaction. People don't get exactly what they planned or hoped for and they assume it's because the world, or God, or someone is completely against them. When did we start blaming third parties for our unhappiness?
I didn't hit my marathon goal time. Was it because God woke up in a not so chipper mood and decided that he didn't want me to have a good day, either? No. It's because I didn't train hard enough. I focused too much on mileage and distance and not enough on speed. I did it to myself. But the glorious thing about the entire situation is I have a reference point. I tried. I errored. I now know exactly what I need to do to make things better for myself next time.
If we all stood back and took a look at what life handed us and decided to turn failure into life lessons we'd stop wondering "what the fuck" everytime we had a bad day. Sometimes it's purely terrible timing, sometimes it's just supposed to be someone else's lucky day and sometimes it's because of something we did or didn't do to properly secure the outcome we wanted. Either way, the best thing about life in general is that we are given second chances. The only problem is not everybody wants to take advantage of that second chance because it will probably require more work to succeed than it did the first time.
But, don't you think that's why you didn't succeed the first time?
Work hard. Accept failure. Then, work harder. If you can put forth 75% of the effort the first time around, you can guarantee you'll find it in yourself to find 100%.
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