Graduation Speech: Why Are We Born Like This?

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Why are we born like this? We are separated by colour, caste, creed, country, race, Gender, I.Q. etc. Why can’t we decide who we fall in love with? Why is it so hard to fall in love with someone, you really love, you deeply care about, because of something the society has decided against? Why is it so hard, to try something new just because the world has decided on a method to do it? Why is it so hard to speak, of your true feelings just because what you feel is a tad bit different than how the world feels about the same? Why? ...why?.. .............why? I know some of the answers!!..and not just me even you know it! It’s because we are too weak, too damn weak to stand up against them. We are scared to stand up against…show more content…
My mistake is probably that I have been reigning in this position for far too long!! I am, as a matter of fact(based on the standards of our world), neither improving nor regressing, ‘which’ is unacceptable by the society! This, according to them, is piracy beyond substance and reason! So as to fulfil their wishes, if I am unable to ascend then, for me, the best course of action is to fail!! Well, if I do that then 'at least' my growth graph will have some change; it may be linear or a hyperbola , a curve it doesn’t matter! Whether it’s increasing or decreasing, no one cares. What they care about is, if it’s not the maximum value it can’t be and shouldn’t be a constant value!! Why is that? Dear, it’s because “change is the fuckin law of nature”!!( ...sorry for my improper conduct...but these pent up feelings I have for yeaars are at last out of my control....sorry and this might continue because they are speaking in-my-stead). : (…show more content…
My sister is someone I rely on...but she was a realistic and free bird, she believed on saving one's ownself.....but she was a bit easy on me...she always said, "Mi, I am easy on you because you are cute, ok?", she had this strange 'dere' side to her when it came to me and our younger brother.....and after that she still use to stretch my cheeks until they turn into mochi(Japanese rice cakes)!! But as the fate had decided, she hated this kind of show-of parties which was nothing more than formalities and a big hasle and usually never attended them, she had the right to decline but I didn't. My parents treated me like thin air, a doll without any will. I didn't have any say on anything. I was there to accept all the negative energies from the surrounding, ironically enough, I was their charm which negated, in my case 'absorbed', the bad in the
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