speech - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Sometimes it takes a few more words to say something right, sometimes an economy of speech reflects an economy of sentiment, and my lovely, it's always a false economy. Perhaps it's a symptom of this culture we're in, one that needs to slow down, learn the joy of savouring moments and feeling the love in each nurturing deed. Then, as if by divine magic, the drudgery becomes the gold, the stress an opportunity to meditate, the pain a God given chance to learn deeper love, to nurture and listen with the heart.
"The subconscious mind, our magical land of dreams, has been missing the memo about negation in speech and written language. What the conscious mind reads as white, the subconscious receives as black and vice versa when negation is used, and so the carousel of confusion continues. If you want true intelligence, talk to your subconscious and that of others with positive phrasing and positive metaphors and watch your intelligence climb to new heights; watch the shackles of fear break; grow the paws of the lion you were born to be; learn to roar."
The woman was ordinary, plain clothes, plain speaking, but direct. "If you're not sure if I'm talking to you or not, listen to this. You are the cause of teenagers taking their own lives and I will stop you. You tell them to save the world without giving them the tools to do it and funding research on both sides that sets the awesome and wonderful folks of the left and right against each other. If that's you, here is the message I want you to read. 'You can bribe, oops, I mean "fund" all the scientists you like and all the mothers of the world, fathers too, will know in their hearts I am right, so it doesn't matter. You already lost. Feel free to join our side anytime you like. We won. It'll just take a little while to "prove" it. I know you all like proof.'" Then she adjusted the broach on her blazer and stepped away from the microphone. She handed out a short paragraph to the listening adults called "bridging the left and the right" with a daisy on the front and left without another word.
Levi swallowed. It was his first speech in front of the class that year. A dozen of his classmates had given speeches on varying topics, all told without once looking at their papers and without stuttering. But as soon as he tried to give his speech, the words just wouldn't come out of his mouth correctly. He tried to slow down, but that just made him sound worse. When the ordeal was over, he slunk from in front of the whiteboard and back to his seat in the rear end of the class.
Good job, Levi. Mr. White told him. But it was all too obvious it was a lie.