It Is Wrong Persuasive Speech

“Your greatest self has been waiting your whole life; don’t make it wait any longer.”(Maraboli) When you make that decision in your life that you aren’t content with where you are, it finally clicks that you need to get up and make that change in your life. Giving yourself the power to go in any direction and being able to make the decision on how your attitude will affect your day. Knowing your self worth even at the lowest points in life that when you want to be great, you will be. It may not be easy to climb out of your lowest points because you start to make excuses for yourself on why you could never be happy again. Thinking that it just isn’t meant for you to be successful after the depressing times you have been through. Similar to, “Fight Song,” Rachel Platten wrote this song at her worst times in her life, but used it to remind her not to give up, that she believed in herself and still had fight left. The rhetorical devices used in Rachel Patton’s “Fight Song” are intended to reveal to the listener that to empower yourself, the listener needs to make those changes their life for their own happiness.

The first line. It feels like our lot in life is to live in a constant struggle. The struggle. That is what it is. Every day. Will it be good? Bad?- RA, NYC

After finishing the selection titled “Eighteen” by Maria Banus, I was completed surprised on how genuine the authors feelings were. Normally when I read poetry it is difficult to understand the meaning of numerous amount of it, if not all of the lines but this one was different as if it pertained to me. This poem made me feel rather sad and miserable because there are a lot of grievances that one may bring up about growing into an adult. Everyone always says how enjoyable your teenage years are, how invigorating the experience is to live life to the fullest and to enjoy it before it comes to end, but a lot of people may disagree. This analogy is incorrect to

I wanna actually grow up and succeed and instead of follow, lead. I wanna grow up to actually become a model not sit there and hold a bottle. I never wanna get up when I hear the alarm, but then again I never wanna marry Jake from state farm. Even Though, the alarm makes me wanna put a bullet through my head I know i'm better off at school then in the bed. I could get my 90 up to a 99 just fine. I don't wanna work at a booth selling Babe Ruth. As this ends I gonna try harder, and date

I don’t know what it means to live. I thought it was for love, for compassion, yet all anyone cares about is economics. I try to unveil the mysteries of the world everyday, but I fail. Maybe I am looking in the wrong place, I think. Maybe I don’t know where to look, I think. Daily, my perceptions are skewed, altered, anew. I will see the same dumb old red apple completely different from when I had seen it yesterday. There is always something new.

Everyone tells you life isn't easy right? That there’s going to be obstacles that you’ll have to overcome . For me, the biggest obstacle was to change, I couldn’t be another failure in the system, neither be a burden. Many fail to realize that change isn’t bad, is to better yourself on who you really are.

I wasn’t perfect by any means despite what the lyrics said, but that’s a hard pill to swallow when you’re a perfectionist. I kept my foot on the gas and kept moving forward. I love this city. It’s small enough to be “homie”, but big enough that I would pass a new face everyday. I’m lucky to live here. I’m lucky to live. And then I became stuck on the question, “Why do I exist? Why do we all exist?”. I couldn’t figure out if it was for the benefit of someone else or if we were placed on Earth to find answers. But we wouldn’t get answers to the questions we ask, and I was still lost in the words society has told me about myself. None of it felt right. This is what I thought about that night, that June 24th starless night, just driving around the city that made me fall in love with driving on Thomasville road, and the way the streetlights created spotlights along the black

My life started at 14, I took my first steps at 15. Don’t you see I was the tamed lion waiting for my roar to mature. My life had been wasted hiding under my insecurities, and my legs chained to the perceptions of others. I was tearing myself up, tearing myself apart.

The goal is clear and the stakes are personal. The script is driven by themes about growing up, learning to move forward, and appreciating who you are.

I’ve spent a great deal of my life trying desperately to be different. When I was in elementary school I never listened to the same music as everyone else, I used to pride myself on not following fashion trends, not liking the popular kids, doing whatever I could to make myself seem special and I would make sure to point this out every chance I got. I had to make sure everyone knew I was my own person, special, different. I was doing this from a very young age, which when I got to Jr. High meant that I didn’t actually have many friends. All that time and energy I had put into trying to be different had paid off, but I was sad and alone. “There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know

If you really knew me, you’d know most of my childhood, I had to be an adult. I had to cook, clean, take care of myself and my brother. My mom wasn’t around much, always somewhere partying or getting high with bad people. She was the child and I was the Mother. I was only a freshman in high school. My mother didn’t have a car, didn’t have a job. We were living off of food stamps and paying the bills with warfare. My two sisters were living with their

At the juvenile age of just five years old I finally registered that I would always be different than the children I went to school with. I came from a parentless, poverty-stricken household, with one brother and four sisters. Now I only say I came from a parentless household due to my father working himself to death seven days out of the week, three hundred and sixty five days out of the year just to support my five siblings and I. Whereas my mother, well see, she was a meth addict. Her kids weren’t her life, it was her drug addiction that made her complete.

In life you’re always wishing to be older or younger because of the struggles you’ve faced and even when we’ve over come those struggles new ones approach causing us to go in a circle of feelings. I’ve gone through my childish years, the adolescent years, and now can’t wait to plan for the future adulthood years. Though without the great support systems I have in my life I wouldn’t have been able to get past my struggles without them. I like to think that the struggles I’ve over come so far have prepared me for the journey ahead.

It is as if you’re all alone in this world while you’re in your teens. You’re self centered and you can’t  be judged by it. After all you’re the star, the main character of your own story.

Every man and woman strive to achieve successes, it’s what our parents teaches us at birth, but what a lot of people don’t realize, success comes with a lot of failures. I’m not going to lie, I thought life would be easy. I graduate from high school, never got in trouble, and was a promising basketball star. During high school, things were handed to me, and I never really thought about my future. When the time came for the real world, I didn’t know what the struggle and grind of life was, and growing up in the urban part of the bay area, which life a bit harder. My life was changing and I didn’t have a direction, and I kept sinking lower, until I couldn’t sink no more. With some major set in my, I set out to make change for not just me