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Even though I make my own route single handed, if you look back, you will now have your freedom, and I will finally get the whole hearted companionship I always wanted. I picture freedom. To desire with no extreme, to act with no limits, and feel all that I always wanted…love. I picture freedom.
I open my mouth to speak the truth about your actions, but stay still and think vigorously about what to say next. Don’t think too hard, because issues of truth are usually easy to remember and harder to forget. Action and reaction are key in determining the next avenue for discussion. So don’t think too long, I see right your freedom to choose to hesitate is answer enough.
Chain me up and tape my mouth shut…you can’t make me lose my freedom. Because I will always have my mind that nothing made out of material can tie down. Break my bones into little pieces, and I will acquire my gate once again. Nothing you offer me will keep me from my freedom to think as I please when I please…so step aside.
Choice…We all have the freedom to love, act, and think as we please. It is our right and these actions are what make us human. Never give up your freedom for the sake of another…survival of the fit.
I assure you that I am not a “dart player,” so after disclosing this fact, I will try my best to express my encounter with dart throwing as a type of art form that I admit was underestimated by my lack of experience.
I watched my friends play darts from afar as I made my assessments about the rules and process of playing the game. Once it was my turn to play a round of 301, I tried my best to mimic the posture and arm stroke of the previous players I had observed, but to no avail, the dart hit the dart machine, wall, and carpet. It was no longer my turn, so humiliated, I gathered my myself and readied myself for my next turn. Over and Over again I would not be able to hit the dart board.
It was not until one of my friends told me “relax your arm and let go of the dart at eye level.” I shock my arm in my attempts at relaxing it, but it was not working…strike three. I refused to give up. I knew I could throw a dart, I mean people play this game at bars all over the country, and they hit the dart board I’m sure as they drink a beer. “I can do this.”
It wasn’t until the host, who was the owner of the dart board, and once a dart board champion entered the room, so the pressure was on. This time I focused my sights, took a deep breath, and let go of the dart. This time I landed each dart on the dart board. After this one time of landing all the darts, I did not miss a beat.
It was not until the next day, I began to reflect on my failed attempts at dart throwing was when I realized the only reason why I learned how to play was because I am a natural competitor. I work better when there is someone working along the same lines beside me. Because of this new found observation another piece of my personality began to take shape, so I have decided to try my best to work among others as I do my school work. maybe the change of atmosphere will motivate me to work faster and harder each day with my course work.
Open up your critical lenses to view the ordinary and mundane as having the potential to stimulate something new. 
