The Struggle For Balance Within Needs

A few years had past since my family had become a statistic, when my sister and brother left home on their way to their own goals in life. This new change produced even a greater effect on me than did the departure of my father. Now came the time where I decided if no one else had to stay in the family, neither did I. I took this opportunity to become closer to my friends and their families hoping to become more welcome there than I did at home. It was not long after my constant deviation from what was left of my family that my mother decided she was going to keep me out of the house for extended periods of time. Now the time had come for me to really find my path in life.

My attitude steadily depreciated as I became a shell of who I was before, hardly doing more than what was expected of me. My outlook on everything was bitter and cynical; I developed into a pessimist, someone I never thought I could be.

The contemplation on how we should go on about our daily lives sunders my thoughts into two different perceptions. Do we live our lives with an adventurous and carefree state of mind knowing that we are going to cease to exist sooner or later or do we carry on to a life protected by a guarded wall fearing that we will never be able to triumphantly over come the challenges that are presented to us? I don’t think I can experience a life running from opportunities disguised as what we consider to be challenges. I want to be able to take overwhelming risks without a doubt that it was too much for me to handle.

Comments- This essay is very striking personally to me. I share some of the feeling

When we were traveling to America we faced many difficulties, but once we made it to our Aunt's house in Virginia we knew it was going to be a great, yet grueling experience. When I first started going to school it seemed as if I was on another planet. Everyone looked different, spoke a strange language, and had a distinct mindset then me; the life of a kid should seem easy because there isn’t anything to worry about, yet worrying about everything was my coping mechanism. When I entered middle school depression and anger hit me like a freight train, so much to the point where I almost committed suicide. Fighting my so called friends for “fun” and not caring about my future was my life for those

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Since as far back as I can remember, I have been a huge pessimist for honestly no reason at all. My family and friends hate it because I constantly say every negative thing that pops into my head. Honestly thought, my negative world view is for the best because in the .008% of situations where my worse-case scenario happens, I’m not as disappointed. I generally believe that my pessimism helps me in my ability to prepare for the worst situations possible, but the one time when it is really a burden is during my piano recitals.

(a) For the Hierarchy-of-needs Theory, Maslow has set up a hierarchy of five levels of needs.

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