It is quite rare at my age to say thats the best ****** Ive ever seen, read, heard etc. But a girl called Rosalie who is in year 4, making her about 17 made a speech last week. Id love to say she did this because of my amazing teaching - but I cant. She is just an amazing speaker. Here is her speech. Oh and I ran it through Grammarly software and it is NOT plagiarised. LOVE I LOVE YOU! How many times have you heard these words? And how many times have you pronounced them yourselves? Let me answer for you: Millions and millions of times. But have you ever wondered about the real meaning of this day-to-day sentence? I am taking my hat off to those of you whose answer is ´yes´ for if I was asked the same question a week ago, my own answer would be ´no´. It is sorrowful. These words, so gentle and tender, are becoming nothing but a hackneyed phrase. These words, full of charming affectionateness, are nowadays desperately mundane. Doesn´t it seem lamentable to you? Imagine for a moment that you are a lonesome walker, all abandoned in your melancholic thoughts. Your sun is shutting down already, whilst you watch the rising moon. And then the light comes in. Your light. All of a sudden, you are reborn. And the real life begins. A week ago, I, myself, was a lonesome walker. And then light came in. It was my light. And everything has metamorphosed. A brand new universe was exposed to me. And the real life begun. But sometimes, a shadow of doubts covers the light: Will my love remain until the very end? Will my love persist after all? Will my love last forever? Indeed. Love will last for ever. But only the true love is EVERLASTING. But Love lasts because of Hate. Love hates. And Hate loves. Love is hated. And Hate is loved. We all do love and we all do hate. And it is up to our inauspicious tendency to confuse it... What is love? Love is a way. The way of life. It is a decision which way to go along to achieve the goal. Love is an emotion. The innermost feeling of each one of us. It is the sixth sense. Love is a delight. The most genuine, the most pure joy that makes our spirits soar. Who have never been enchanted by the miraculous spell that love is, is the one who had never lived. And so: What is love? Love is a gift. It is a gift given to us, to the human race, from above. It is ubiquitous. It is the most precious treasure of us all. But we have learned to do not esteem it anymore. And therefore, I beg you from all my heart: Use your love reasonably. And use it as frequently as you can. Because… Love is not about me. Love is not about you. Love is about US.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 10:13:54 +0000
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