My precious

What do you consider your most prized possession? Could be your new jeep Cherokee – red with shiny wheels; could be your Iwatch that you got from your birthday; could be a medal when you won a speech contest or sports tournament. Now, if we try to take a moment and dig deeper into ourselves, beyond the material possessions that we consider important, beyond the dreams we’ve achieved, we realize that our most prized possession is our life. It is that one thing that we cannot replace; that one thing that once we lose it, everything else we own or have or known would not matter.

Life is really as simple as breathing in and breathing out but we insist on making it complicated. In our dire efforts to live life to the fullest, we create an endless list of goals and wants, a bucketful list of adventures we’d like to experience in our lifetime and the desire to find the love that we are meant to be with.

I’m going to share with you 2 poems that I strongly relate to how we need to value our real most prized possession, life. The first poem talks about love and the second is all about struggle and will to survive.

Here goes the first poem, Died for Love

In the park where I did dwell
I met a boy I loved like hell
There he took my heart from me
And now he wants me to set him free
He let a strange girl sat on his knee
Told her things he never told me
For I know the reason why
The girl was much prettier than I
I went home and cried in bed
Not a word to mother I said
My dad came home late at night
And searched for me from left to right
On my door he surely broke
For there I was hanging on a rope
He got a knife and cut me down
And on my bed a note was found
Dig my grave and dig it deep
Put marble stones from head to feet
And on my head put a dove
To show the world I died for love

The poem is plain and very straightforward and it talks about how something pure and wonderful as love could bring about darkness and pain into a person’s life that it has the power to make you think that losing your life, which is your most prized possession is worth nothing. We need to look beyond our broken hearts and emotional struggles and realize that no amount of pain should ever let us look at life any less. Ultimately, it tells us that life is worth living for whatever it trials we go through.

The second poem I’d like to share is, Invictus meaning invincible:

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head I bloody but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

The poem talks about struggles in general that we go through in life and how these struggles should never make us feel that life is worthless. The poem explains that however troubled our past was it prepares us for the future and that we should not be afraid. We are in charge of our life with the choices that we make, the master of our destiny and the captain of our being. Ultimately, it tells us that life is worth living for whatever it trials we go through.

2 strong poems that speaks about love, struggle and the will to survive; factors that affect how we spend our most prized possession. Shows us 2 routes that we can take – either we give up, give up our life or fight and overcome whatever’s thrown our way. Ultimately, it tells us that life is worth living for whatever it trials we go through.

In conclusion, let me leave you with a quote from Emily Dickinson:

“That it will never come again is what makes life sweet”.

I wrote this speech for the 5th speech project on the Competent Communication manual Your body speaks. The objectives of this speech are:

• Use stance, movement, gestures, facial expressions and eye contact to express your message and achieve your speech’s purpose.
• Make your body language smooth and natural.

why purple is my favorite color

All I know since childhood, purple is my favorite color. Purple is a combination of stable blue and feisty red. It symbolizes wealth, I was once told. I like it and I think it suits me – I prefer stability (not very much of a risk taker) and I am feisty period.

Why Purple is my favorite color – I have no idea. I don’t have too many Purple things to prove it. When I buy clothes, I do like the Purple ones but they can be too loud and a bit harder to pair with other colors.

It can also be too girly which is not exactly my personality. It true is eye-candy and I find Purple things gorgeous but I don’t normally buy them. Purple is my favorite color and I don’t need a reason to like it.

How I ended up with Purple being my favorite color is like how I love. I don’t have to have a reason to love. I just do. And I think it’s the strongest love you can give and share – a love that requires no reason. Reason may fade and disappear but if you love without reason – love will not fade nor disappear.

Why Purple is my favorite color – I have no idea. I think the color chose me rather than I chose it.

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There I was standing amidst the tall trees
The sound so vivid as it linger in my ears
I closed my eyes and let the feeling simmer
Until I realized the sky is getting dimmer

I am surrounded by fine winter snow
And the cold from my fingers crept to my toe
A gorgeous blanket of meek and purity
If not for the cold I’ll stay there for eternity

It matters not what’s to happen next
May it be sorrow, pity or success annex
I will stand still and battle this ground
For in the end I am here bound

It’s tough to know how one should prepare
But some affair you just cannot bear
But fear I will not because I will prevail
I will be equipped with the strength it entail