Freedom-Personal Narrative

Dialectical tensions are important to practice and understand in order to maintain healthy relationships. There are three that are the most useful in my everyday life. They are autonomy verses connection, novelty verses predictability, and openness verses protection. I also use the three strategies of cyclic alternation, segmentation, and disqualifying to ease the dialectical tensions in life. I think it is important to know how to understand and work through these dialectical tensions in order to maintain healthy relationships.

I left everything behind and refused to go back. I left the one thing I wanted the most, but found the one thing I needed, freedom. My dark cloud of regret was behind me as I entered my salvation, Amsterdam. I entered the gates of Amsterdam and saw a multitude of smiling faces and entered the light. I had no recollection of how I got there, but I knew he wasn’t here I could feel it. I was finally free and I walked through the golden gates knowing I could start over.

I belivie that in the past and even today men are seen as the stronger sex. They are the ones who make the destions and control most things. This fact makes me want to work more harder and stronger to be able to take care of my self. I see my self as being able to be independent and deserve to be happy. And I want everyone to to feel and see themselves this way. I'm also fully aware that I'm not quite ready to be completely independent. My age has a lot to do with that. Most people wouldn't rent out an apartment at 17 years old. But as I continue to grow and change I will become more mature and capable of reaching that leaves of independence.

Over the years you’ll learn hatred is not born within you, but adapted. You would want to take the pressure that evolves with others, unfortunately without a doubt you are going to meet an obstacle that could potentially take you within the waves. If the obstacle were to overcome you may be broken down into depression or perhaps you won’t resist and conquer with aggression. Peace isn’t given, nor is it easily obtained. Peace still hasn’t shown its existence to the world, but it’s yet to come and show its tranquility that is beyond the capacity of our imagination. As I have fallen, failure has shown its superiority against me, despite my efforts towards the world I yet still can not find the way to build the Utopia everyone could desired and

Being that i am getting older in age my declaration to you is that i get more freedom and to liberate. I'm writing this because i find it unfair that my brother had more freedom than me at the age of 16. I believe that with the same amount of freedom gave in to my brother and sister i will be more social and a more pleasant person to have around. I will gain more of a personality.

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

“What were you thinking?” My mother said, with a clear look of shame and disappointment resting on her face. “What will people say about us?” My father roared from the other room sounding enraged. I didn’t have an answer for any of the millions of questions my parent’s threw at me that night. I believe I was too shocked myself to utter any words. All I could do was stare down at my night stand and look at the “two pink lines” on this plastic white stick: which indicated that I was in fact “pregnant.”

As we headed back there was a problem, the road was closed. We didn’t know what to do, Wily exclaimed “Look there is a sheriff parked by the side of the road let’s ask for directions! Then we headed towards the sheriff’s car. She said “You need to head towards highway I thirty-five”. We grabbed Ivette’s phone hoping that her navigation could take us back to the cabin. There is no signal, should we ask someone else? Let’s get back to the town and ask for directions, Ivette said. So we headed back to the town but all we got was “Highway I thirty-five will take you back to your destination. Being a paper map our only option to head back home, we grabbed one from the restaurant we had dinner that night. As we headed towards the highway everything was fine. It was not a dangerous road and we were relieved to have found the way back to our destination. As the hours passed we started getting a little worried, are we really on the correct road? We started wondering. It seemed like we were going up the mountain and not down the mountain, basically we were

When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.

I lost my wife a year ago. I had it figured. I’d go at five minutes to nine when everyone had cleared out. But would she remember me? It had been twenty-five years. I thought of her every day. We’d gone together for six or seven months and split because I was a damn immature fool. I was going to give her an engagement ring. I told her so, and she said, “Wouldn’t it be wise to get a better car?”

me, since at every opportunity I upheld my convictions. Thus, I discovered the potency of

It was a right of passage where I grew up. Beer cans littered the backroads and glistened in the moonlight. For miles around country music filled the honeysuckle perfumed air, boots hung out the passenger windows, and mud flung off the tires when we hit the highway burning rubber as far as the tires would let us. Those nights we spent on gravel roads making memories with long time friends are irreplaceable but it all changed in a split second on a beautiful, warm, and sunny morning. When my phone rang and his Moms voice came over the line and all I heard was "He's gone." Before the screaming started. It took me a while before I realized it was me screaming and I sat on the floor and waited for him to call. I thought if I waited long enough

“Give me Liberty or get me a Tent.” There have been better signs of course. But that was what my protest sign read for the first Occupy action I went to. I carried it proudly to a number of Occupy marches and rallies; for womens’ rights, for housing reforms, for improved prison conditions, and for a better educational system. But I made it for that first idealistic action: the Daylong Nonviolent Mass Occupation.

Wondering where I was I tried to remember more like my name or something else important , But nothing came back. Suddenly a cold hand clamped my shoulder and said ¨Follow me.¨ So I Grabbed my backpack and followed the man through twists and turns passing sweating walls which had a thick substance oozing from it to a hut deep in the maze. On the way there the man said he was sorry

Thirty minutes later, however, Joy’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Joy was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. I get in the car and Joy looks like she just saw a ghost.