Feel the love, and we will love to be there
This is my speech on Public Speaking Competition in PELTAC
2016 conducted by Universiti Teknologi Malaysia on 23-28 January, 2015. I was
lost, and did not go forward to the final. Here, I just wanna share and also I
want to ensure myself that it is ok for not going back to my hometown this
semester. Everything will be alright even though I lived alone for more than 3
weeks in my dorm (all my dorm mates go back to their own home cause this is sem
break). I should be happy, because home is not a place, it is a feeling. I can
build my home by my heart… Cheers Ja!
Well guys, check it out!
Home. How do you mean the word ‘home’?
Some may define home as a physical things we know as house.
A place where we live for years with our beloved family. Our mom, our dad, our brothers
and sisters. This is right, but there are others who see this matter
differently, including me.
I believe that home is more about how you feel home at most,
where you feel you belong. This can be anywhere, not only in your house. The
thing is that the term ‘home’ does not refer to the place, but we do make it a
home by ourselves. It is not about physical thing, but it is all about the
people in the place, the feeling in the place. When we put our love to a
person, we care about them, we love them, he/she is absolutely our home.
To be honest, I live in a boarding house since I was in my
vocational high school. Back then I realize how I feel really desperate because
I have to live on my own, not with my beloved family. Day by day, week by week,
I cried because I long for my sisters. I missed the time having breakfast with
the whole family. I missed the time when I go back from my school there will be
my sister waiting for me in front of the door. I missed the time when I and my
family enjoy TV station. I missed the togetherness belong to my family. But,
time passed and I become adapted with my new environment. I made friends, I
have many conversations, and finally I feel comfortable. I put some pieces of my
heart to my boarding house. I become loving mu friends and I found the family
warmness there. At the end, I come to an understanding that my boarding house
is my home.
Here, from my story, I just want to tell you not to feel
uncomfortable even though you are not in your home, your comfortable zone.
Wherever whenever we are, in every field (school, workplace, society) just
sense the feelings. Don’t be afraid that you are alone, don’t be afraid that
you can’t be anywhere instead your own house, instead your comfort zone. Just
adapt and make ourselves feel comfortable, make our workplace, our school, our
society as our home by putting the feelings there. Feel the love and we will
love to be there, because home is not a place, it is a feeling.
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