I am Copper

Two days ago, I turned officially 29. I remember copper having the atomic number 29.
So, for the sake of my in-denial stage of being on the last year of prefix 2, allow me to say-      
 I AM COPPER. <3

If I compare my being to the features of copper, I would relate to its colours: red and orange; red depicting strong will and passion, and orange representing warmth and happiness. I will be kind to myself and claim that I have been my strongest, warmest and happiest for the past nine years and counting- not only for myself, but mainly for the people I love.

Copper yields with other elements to form vintage ornaments, classic architectures, currencies, and even sophisticated accessories. Like copper, I yield for I know that I should (as I age) turn myself into something useful and productive; a teacher, a call center agent, a service crew, a guidance counselor, a personal assistant, a lover, a friend, a sister, a daughter.  I have become my most resourceful self and have posed confidence to bring happiness to people dear to me.

Copper produces a brown-black copper oxide, which unlike rust, protects the underlying copper from extensive corrosion. This distinctive characteristic of copper, somehow represents the misunderstood me. People would easily judge my intention s and actions. They don’t see my motive of bringing love and warmth. In the end I stand up victorious, with my actions not needing explanation as the end justifies the mean.

I am neither gold nor silver. I am copper with my unique crystallites. I stand tall and confident and perform with pride. I am never defeated for I don’t compete.
Being copper made me sentimental of the months and years that passed, and all of the beautiful things I had during my twenties. I surprisingly thought of all the rain and sun I walked under.

I started to recount all the cheers of January; the leaves in waltz of February; the sun-kissed fields of March; the buds of April; the petals of May; the morning breeze of June, the dew drops of July; the rain showers of August; the soaked earth of September; the festivities of October; the serene afternoons of November; and the melodies of December. More so, it is bliss to grasp how each moment tried to remind of how special and loved I was and am.

I appreciated the splendor of the sweet little possessions I always have- family, friends, school, the neighborhood, my hometown and the priceless memories that come with them.

Ah! -- too much richness to be grateful for.

The journey continues. Like copper, I will endure being meek. I will persist to be strong-willed, with a faith bigger than my aspirations.

Contented,

herMaJessT