Novel & Cerita Psychology Of Freedom

Agad ko siyang nilapitan at wala sa sariling inabutan ng panyo. Tumingin siya sa akin at tila nag-isip pa kung kukunin ba niya ang panyo ko. Matagal pero kinuha rin naman niya ‘yon at habang pinupunasan niya ang kanyang pisngi ay nagkaroon ako ng pagkakataon para makita nang bahagya ang screen ng tablet niya. Doon ko nalamang tungkol sa Theory of Reactance³ in Psychology lang pala ang binabasa niya. Napabuntong-hininga tuloy ako. Akala ko naman ay kung ano na.

' 'A queen with no title and crown-- that's what you are, September. "They fought with me. They made me achieve what I've promise to Lady. They made me again." she said. Her thoughts were drowning in the memories of the past. She want those to be back again. "A Psychologist. That's her dream that she chose to turn back because of her responsibility. I became in that profession because of her-- them. They showed me their world and made me feel safety. They're my light, my anchor, and everything." she sigh as her hands turn into fist.

(Abby) The first step of freedom is when we understand that our thoughts create our life. What you think is what you manifests. And I want my self to be free. To free from the things that bothers me. At para tuluyan akong makalaya, kailangan ko rin palayain ang mga salita na matagal ko nang gustong pakawalan. A single thought whether positive or negative, becomes a powerhouse when we believe it.

Kusa akong napatitig doon nang mabasa ko. ‘The Price of Freedom’. Napangiti ako nang mapait. Hindi ko alam kung pabor ba sa akin ang araw na ito pero para kasing sumasalamin ang mismong theme sa sitwasyon namin ngayon ni Caleb. In order for us to gain our freedom, he chose to give up all his wealth. O baka naman nangongonsensya ang panahon sa akin? Ipinagwalang-bahala ko na muna ang tungkol doon at sinimulan ko ang sketch.

Price of freedom. To be free from chains, regrets, and unanswered questions. Freedom equates to a bird that can freely spread its wings in an open sky, wide awake without missing the beauty of journey while reaching for its own destination. Too sweet to imagine, too bitter to dream of. It's such a bittersweet reality of freedom. You will only get a taste of it when you lost something. One that unlocks the cages. A reminder that when freedom unleashes, there will always be someone powerful behind it who controls liberty like a game.

Pumasok sa suot niyang suit ang kamay ng asawa at hinaplos ang hagdan-hagdang masels sa kanyang tiyan. "Just a paradox. What is freedom, anyway? Being free to do whatever you want, whenever however? Pinamumugaran ng masasama ang lugar na ito dahil hinayaan ng mga tao, hindi dahil natatakot sila. They just simply didn't care even at the expense of their own backyard. Wanting freedom means we need to throw in responsibility. However, that's idealism because everybody finds it difficult to be responsible for the good of many. Slavery is rampant and could come not just from the government but from the media, religion, and even within the family." "You've become a strange politician," komento nit

"So you're saying discipline limits freedom? Na ang pagpapatupad ng batas ay isang uri ng kontrol?" "Sometimes, kapag ang batas ay ginawa lang para sa interes ng nasa itaas," mabilis niyang sagot nang hindi man lang kumukurap. "What if freedom creates chaos? Paano kung ang kalayaang ipinaglalaban mo ang magpabagsak sa kaayusan ng school?" hamon ko muli. "What if discipline creates fear? Paano kung ang kaayusang ipinagmamalaki mo ay binuo lang dahil takot ang mga estudyante sa kapangyarihan mo?" balik niya sa akin.

“Ganoon talaga ang mga tao—magkakaiba ang sikolohiya ng bawat isa. Kung panay trabaho lang at walang personal na ugnayan, susunod lang sila dahil kailangan. Pero kapag binigyan mo sila ng pagkakataong magpasikat o magpahanga sayo, sila pa ang mas magiging masaya habang ginagawa nila ang gusto mo.” “Ganyan ang social psychology at batas ng pamumuno, kaya pag-aralan mo kung may oras ka.” “Talaga?” tanong ni Jacob sa kuryusidad. Natawa si Mr. Bay. “Galing yan sa puso, kapatid. Kung duda ka, tingnan mo tayo—magiging ganito ba tayo ka-komportable mag-usap kung hindi ako humingi ng pabor sayo?”

payo pa nito patuloy na hinagod ang likod niya habang nakatingin naman siya sa kawalan. "Kung natuloy ang kasal pero alam mo namang ayaw ka kasama, gagawin niya lang ang tumakas ng paulit-ulit kaya hindi maiiwasang mangyari na mapunta siya ulit sa mas masasamang tao, kaya tama lang din anak, you just made a right decision." Bumitaw ito sa kanya at hinawakan ang magkabilang pisngi niya. "Always remember that setting someone free isn't kind of torture it's a freewill kung anong makakabuti."

I mean, what? Ever since I was a child, the first thing I always wanted to attain is to capture my freedom. I mean, yes, I will still somehow rely on my parents, but I don't want them to ruin my own freedom. It's my freedom after all. It should just be me and that choice. I'm just shocked that a person like him exists. He... seeks pleasure by letting someone control him. "Are they still controlling you?" tanong ko. Hindi ko alam kung bakit iyon ang lumabas sa bibig ko. Basta ay gusto ko na lang itanong 'yon sa kanya.