A Journ For DevJourn

My English 17 Speech:


Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen!

I stumbled upon something that made me happy recently. It was as if the thing I saw never existed for quite sometime now for being forgotten and neglected in a shelf. The dust motes were thick and looked sad with age as I blew them to go away and see the clear ‘picture’. My heart jumped and my emotions took a detour. What started was a happy feeling turned into utter sadness as I recall the day of how the photograph was taken. It was as if someone turned the music on in my ears as the sound of that day emerged back into life followed by the familiar scent of the sand and sea then the it’s warm feeling when you touch them, the heat that made my eyes squint through the rest of the experience and especially, the feeling of the moment. I sighed with sheer desperation on a thought, ‘What if’.

What if I could go back to that moment? What if thing were the same as they used to be? What if things never had to change? …

A moment that was filled of ‘what ifs’ ate my time when I suddenly realized that sometimes, to be THAT happy in a picture is better left that way than to reminisce past hurts and wrong decisions. My, how a photograph can make or break your day. A single shot can capture a brief moment of emotion that was either real or fake. A photograph can stir feelings and bring back thoughts that have been forgotten or neglected to take notice of. Sometimes, it can also make us ask why this certain snap came back and we come to a conclusion that it did for a reason. Maybe the picture was meant to come back to make us realize about things that we have forgotten. To remind us of who we were or we are. To make us know how much we moved on and matured as a person. About knowing how much time can be so important and realize why some people consider it golden. Maybe to make us smile when were so busy to even do so.

Recapturing those faces in that picture seems hard and almost impossible. No wait, not impossible, just difficult. But isn’t that really the point of pictures? To capture the moment in a rectangular box and sealing its identity? Some of you might agree or disagree but that is the essence I think. There are those people who come into our lives who bring joy or sadness regardless of them staying there temporarily or forever. What’s important is the lessons we learned from them and the times we shared with them, of course, captured in a lens with sometimes crappy lighting.

Now grab a camera, smile and strike a pose my friends.