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 * PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY:**

I want to live a life fearless of risk and overcome those fears in order to enjoy life. I expect to accept everything given to me and handle it to the best of my ability. I want to take all of the positive opportunities given to me. I want to succeed in things that matter to be, but at the same time humbly accepting my failures. I want to live an impulsive, independent, and happy life.



"Security is mostly a superstitious thing. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing." -Helen Keller

In life, we all have our fears but at the same time we strive for excitement and risk with reward. Every society needs thrill and that adrenaline rush every now and then. Without it, the most exciting part of our day would be waking up. I would argue that everyone needs some glimpse of happiness in their lives; if happiness was absent I don't think there would be any progress in our society. Accomplishment is an important to us because it is what drives us, what motivates us; but too much can also destroy us. With success also comes failure. If we don't learn to cope with that failure, we will be restrained from living life to its fullest. At some point most of us feel the need to build up to that much desired success self reliantly. We can also tend to feel to only take risks independently as well, because if we are to fail and suffer from those consequences we will only be failing ourselves. I mainly agree with the romantics and their views: Innocence, imagination, innovation, intuition, independence, and individuality.

What fundamental components have made up and currently make up most societies? What happens if one of those components is skewed or absent?** I look out for me and me only. No one else is my responsibility, nor am I there's. You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you even if it hurts some people you love. In everyone's mind we subconciously look out for number one, ourselves. We depend on ourselves for most things; we must also depend on ourselves to keep our well being safe. If we can't believe in faith alone, then we have to keep ourselves in check. Faith in others can become unstable. Be careful with the details of trust! His veil was hiding what was for him only, no matter what others begged of him. Chris and Julia both forgot about their family and the jobs being lost because of them, they focused on their goals and overcame the barriers others created for them. Sure faith and religion are important, but in order of precedence human nature defeats them. Human nature is to be selfish in almost every scenario. It isn't a soil in this green world of God's that you can trust, and I don't count nobody out of that, not nobody. We've had an accident. I believe I have an injured organ. But no one answered her.



The way we all enjoy our time here differs from person to person, however the feeling we get when we are happy is the same. It takes time to be funny. It takes time to extract joy from life. Without any happiness or fun in life, what would we be living for? Smile, it enhances your face value. What I’ve found does the most good is just to get in a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind of men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. The rest of my time I’m going to spend on the sea and when I die ‘m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape one day out on the ocean. ...Thwarted her woman's life so many times had been too virulent and too furious to die.

At one point or another we all make sacrifices, but those who sacrifice it all are the ones that gain the rememberance. Forget the risk, take the fall, if it's all you want, then it's worth it all. In coming to a fixed determination to run away, we did more than Patrick Henry, when he resolved upon liberty or death. Chris shows us that everyone needs to take that adventure to cure the "what ifs" of our life. Stop and think, is this worth it? We are more likely to disobey when we don't have a reason not to. There is always the possibility of failure, but we go into risks acknowledging that fact. Though his image was at stake, he wore the veil as though it was an ordinary accessory.

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WE SAY SUMMER BY ALL TIME LOW Seasons change with the break of a lifetime, Remind me again why we thought twice about it, We've got ambition like you've got restraint so, Smile like you don't give a damn about the consequence, just say anything

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Many compete, few succeed, therefore the odds of failure to success are slim, get used to it. Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor. So thats what I wish for all of you-the bad as well as the good. Fall down. Make a mess. Break something occasionally. Know that your mistakes are your own unique way of getting to where you need to be & remember that the story is never over. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute! Stanley: Doc, you better go in. Doctor: Nurse bring her out…Blanche: I don’t know you--I don’t know you. I want to be- left alone-- please! Thou shalt lie down with the patriarchs of the infant world--with kings, the powerful of the earth-- the wise, the good, fair forms...Franklin saw imperfections cause the differences in us all. One of the few things that all humans have in common is that we all make mistakes, we all sin, and we all have our secret faults. Competition is ironic in the sense that it destroys society yet it also builds on it.



We are alive now, not yesterday not tomorrow, so make the most of it. Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon. Joel: I know. Clementine: What do we do? Joel: Enjoy it.

Do you ever wonder whether we make the moments in our lives, or the moments in our lives make us? Ida Scott Taylor once wrote: Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering. Even God cannot change the past. Sometimes the only way to relax is to forget yesterday, forget tomorrow and remember what you're doing right now. If I could find a place like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name. When the sadness came, first she throws the drink she is drinking. The bottle. Those books. A lamp…’ //Received notice young Fred killed in action over seas.// Why not show the feelings that you need to express at the moment you feel them? If we express what's on our minds the moment it's on our minds, then we don't have to try and cope with that bottled up feeling. So live, when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan which moves to that mysterious realm...By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, like one who wraps the wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and les down to pleasant dreams. Romantics are stressing to us not to waste the time that we currently have! Don't try and change the past. Spotaneity is what makes the memories worth thinking about. Sooner or later you're going to forget what it was you done and just be punished for it. It's nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can.

Clementine: HEY! Let's go out dancing! You want to go out to Montauk with me? Patrick: Montauk? Clementine: Yeah, NO! Come out to Boston with me! Patrick: Sure, we can go next weekend. Clementine: NO! Now! Now! I have to go see the frozen Charles NOW!

The majority of us can talk, but there are few who will listen. Everyone wants to be in the know. But if someone who did something wrong confesses, then everyone else feels free to disclose information about them. Confession is a necessity of life. He sentenced her. He must. But not Sarah Good. For Sarah Good confessed, y'see. Elizabeth I have confessed it! Oh God! And yet you've not confessed till now. That speak goodness of you. Here I have confessed myself; it is enough! Secrets are power, and Abby holds many secrets. Everyone has their own intentions, once that power is in their hands those intentions are bound to come true. It's like in __Lord of the Rings__ whoever puts the ring on, has the ability to control almost everything. Without confession, power could be distributed to the wrong people with the wrong intentions. Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time, but I will cut off my hand before I reach for you again. We never touched. Ay, but we did. There are secrets in every corner of this village. Do you not feel it? Do you not see it? I look for John Proctor that took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart! I never knew what pretense Salem was, I never knew the lying lessons I was taught by all these Christian women and their covenanted men! And now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes? I will not, I cannot! You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is, you love me yet! God help me, I lusted, and there is a promise in such sweat. I have confessed myself! Is there no good penitence but it be in public? God does not need my name nailed upon the church. Confessions of little children are taken to be equal to those of adults. Confession leads to awareness.

media type="youtube" key="Dr_i2w0W-ZM" width="425" height="350" He stole the cookies from the cookie jar. Scapegoats and confession seem to be connected by the fact that if someone confesses another name, they are blaming them. Scapegoats are always needed in times of error. The Jews were scapegoats in the Holocaust, Mary Warren and many other random townsmen were Scapegoats in //The Crucible//, and in the Village Luscious was a scapegoat for bringing the creatures into the town. Without scapegoats there would be no one to blame. We would all be wondering where did we go wrong? It unites a group of people in all having someone in common to blame. As long as there is someone else to blame, we are all free. Why do some of the people show responsibility for the mistakes that they are blamed for and others don't? I'm guilty, Robert! I made a decision of a heart, I cannot look into another's eyes and see the same look I see in August's without justification! It is too painful, I cannot bear it! My honesty is broke, Elizabeth; I am no good man. Nothing's spoiled by giving them this lie that were not rotten long before. I mean to deny nothing! They're coming. Who weeps for these weeps for corruption. Let you tell them I confessed it- and I'll be whipped if I must be. But they're speaking of witchcraft. Betty's not witched. I danced for the Devil; I saw him, I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil! I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil! I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil! Last night- mark this- I tried and tried and could not say my prayers. And then she closes her book and walks out of the house, and suddenly- mark this- I could pray again.



One of the most motivating factors of all creatures: fear.

Fear of the unknown is what makes me behind Fear of tomorrow is what makes me blind Fear of the darkness is what makes me seek the light Fear of losing is what makes me fight Fear of pain is what makes me insane Fear of getting crushed is what makes me struggle in vain Fear of punishment is what makes me flee Fear of beasts is what makes me a prey Fear of destiny is what makes me pray Fear of time is what makes my life a day Fear of truth is what makes me lie Fear of life is what makes me die Fear of Fear is what makes my life.. Too drear! !



You bring down heaven and raise up a whore! You are fearless in a way that I shall never know. Fear yields over protectiveness, and with that comes an unstable community. Don't let them in! I ask permission to cross into the forbidden woods and travel to the nearest town. I will gather new medicines, and I will return. With regards to Those We Don't Speak Of, I am certain they will let me pass. Creatures can sense emotion and fear. They will see I am pure of intention and not afraid. They find fear is inevitable because evil is inevitable. The moment I heard my daughter's vision had finally failed her, and that she'd forever be blind, I was sitting in that chair. I was so ashamed. How could you have sent her. She is blind. She is more capable than most in this village. And she is led by love. The world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe. We cannot run from heartache. My brother was slain in the towns, the rest of my family died here. Heartache is a part of life, we know that now. Ivy is running toward hope, let her run. If this place is worthy, she'll be successful in her quest. Even though Ivy knows the truth about the creatures, she still is scared, scared of the unknown. What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. Forests are forbidden, they hold evil, like in __Harry Potter.__ My sister did not live passed her 23rd birthday. A group of men raped and killed her. They stuffed her in a dumpster three blocks from our apartment. My brother worked in an emergency room downtown. A drug addict came in with a wound to his ribs. My brother tried to dress the wound. He pulled a gun from his jacket and he shot my brother through his left eye. My husband, Michael, left for the supermarket at a quarter past 9 in the morning. He was found with no money and no clothes in the East River three days later. My father was shot by a business partner who then hanged himself in my father's closet. They had argued over money. I say- I say- God is dead! Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away. God's icy wind will blow. You cannot hang this sort. There is danger for me. I dare not step outside at night. This color attracts Those We Do Not Speak Of. You must bury it. You ought not to pick that color berry anymore. Do your very best not to scream. How is it that you are so brave while the rest of us shake in our boots? I don't think of what might happen, only what must be done. Jonathan Edwards' goal is to use fear as pressure or consequence to keep people in line. They use fear to keep the town from fear and evil. The most feared equals the most powerful. I would not be alone with him for the world.



It takes far more courage to become a leader than it does to follow. When Ivy loses one sense, the others become stronger, she sacrifices sight and gains the knowledge and complexity that no one in the town can even comprehend. Shut up! All of you. We danced. That is all, and mark this, if anyone breathe a word or the edge of a word about the other things, I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring with me a pointy reckoning that will shudder you! And you know I can do it. I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine. And I have seen some reddish work done at night. And I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! A woman comes to my bed every night now and tears out my eyes. I am a professor. I teach American History at the University of Pennsylvania. I have an idea that I would like to talk to you about. Women and men are treated equal in one society but not in another. Alliances are formed. Let you beware, Mr. Danforth Think you to be so mighty that the power of hell may not turn your wits? What was the purpose of our leaving? Don't forget, it was out of hope of something good and right. There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires. I'll tell you what's walking Salem - vengeance is walking Salem. We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law! This warrant's vengeance! I'll not give my wife to vengeance. Mr. Walker takes the lead and puts justice before trust, yet he is using trust to be just. media type="youtube" key="Tj8zvLH_dZk" width="425" height="350"

Ignorance is bliss. My sister has found love... again. We'll be safe, we have the magic rocks. Baby sleep, gently sleep Life is long and love is deep. Time will be sweet for thee. All the world to see. Time to look around and know how the shadows come and go how the breeze stirs the tree, how the blossoms grow. Yes, I have risked. I hope I am always able to risk everything for the just and right cause. I love you, Lucius. I love you... like the day is long! I love you more than the sun and the moon together. And if you feel the same way, then we should not hide it any longer. There is nothing to fear. It seems like they want to be forgotten because the well known people are the ones that have evil done unto them. Be ignorant, and be forgotten. Ignorance can be bliss. The rocking chairs hold the innocent that let their evil get the best of them. One moment of oblivion can take people into a **short** life of happiness. What is better: to live a long life being in the know, or to life a short yet happy life oblivious to everything? The town believes children are not evil, yet all these girls are causing an uproar that is false. The girls are ignorant to the leader, Abby's, intentions. Funerals are quiet, with pretty flowers. And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in! We all miss our childhood because we were so oblivious to the sad things happiness was all we knew of.

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CONCLUSION The world has to exist with good and bad, without either one there is no way to define the other. Opposites attract in a way that they are completely dependant on each other.

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