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Definition and Categorization
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write an essay defining something that is important to you and that either you need to define for yourself or that you think needs to be defined more clearly for others. It may relate to your life goals. For example, the definition may be of a difficult or little known concept in your field, a technical term or group of relevant terms, a standard in your chosen profession, anything that clarifies some significant aspect of your interest.
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Literature and Language
11 October 2011
Definition And Categorization
In her poem “The meaning of Happiness”, Pauline Oliver wrote:
As I pondered the meaning of happiness I sat and thought awhile The outwards signs are clear enough Sparkling eyes and a beaming smile
And inwardly how can one tell Or gauge this emotion intact For it blends with many others To me that is a fact
Joy, Pleasure and Ecstasy As friends together band Difficult to separate For they go hand in hand. (quoted in HYPERLINK "" )
After reading the snippet of this beautiful poem, I closed the book and started thinking to myself “What is the meaning of happiness for me”. To my surprise, I was clueless.
Being awe-struck made me realize I had to think more clearly about this, so I grabbed a pen and a notebook and started jotting down everything that defined happiness for me – in the truest sense.
The first thing that came to my mind when I thought about defining happiness was the people that were close to me. My mom, my dad and my best friend – they all made up my fecund childhood memories and my tomorrow’s. I can’t imagine going through life without any of them. Beaming mornings of my first day at school with my dad holding my hand till I absolutely had to let go, the delicious macaroni and cheese my mom made with me on weekends, my best friend and I romping in backyard, clambering orange trees all made moments for me, moments I can think back to whenever I needed to smile, moments that made me ‘happy’ and I get to revisit them in my mind whenever I wanted. I put a big star against this point because this is something I had to hold on to no matter where I am. Starting tomorrow, I vowed to myself that whenever I get lost in the rush of life, I’d look up this and crawl back to these people to root myself back onto the ground. Wherever I go, whatever I feel I need to remember my epitome of happiness constitute these people and they are the ones who I need to reach out to and appreciate existence of.
Moving on to the next item of defining happiness, I put down ‘passion’. Passion to love, passion to feel, to appreciate beauty, to enjoy and to devour in everything great. Too much of today’s life was depended on obscure obsessions – obsessions that sucked the life out of you and made you rush. Obsession with dollars, obsession with bling-bling cars, with pearl gold-plated neck pieces, with anorexia, with label clothes - they were all superficial. I was talking about the passion to enjoy a simple cup of coffee in the morning, the passion to love your work, passion to appreciate off the subway random graffiti art, passion to care for others, passion to empathize, passion to be earthbound, passion to enjoy the fearless motion of the sea, the whispering music of leaves and the cool misty breeze in your hair. Just taking out moments in your time and deadline bounded life to actually enjoy – that constituted passion.
The minty aroma in my bedroom gave me the next point for my definition of happiness – scent. The scent of the soft rain-mud or the autumn breeze, the scent of infused mint or white teas, the scent of enveloping jasmine flower or lemony chamomile fragrance – whatever it maybe, just inhaling in the lingering beauty made me happy. It makes you not only feel whole and alive but takes you back to moments of velvety wind rustle, of sounds of bullfrogs, of rooftop parties, of laughter, of joy of holding your loved one for the first time – the memory laden odor is more than just a smell, it’s a projection of the precious moments. Moments that we tend to forget with the cars honking and tire screeching but this helps to bring back those so for sake of preservation of my past projections, I put a heart over this. A creamy scent for every moment I want to remember – happy.
Knacking my brain for a more detailed answer, my eyes set on the fresh book of lonely planet that lay there on my bedside – viola, travel! Not for the sake of souvenirs or bragging rights but for a fresh perspective and other’s point of view. Not for the sake of vacation or a get-away but to see what is out there in the world. Not to be seized by the daily-routine life but to be a freewheeling, carefree itinerant. I started scribbling down places, cities I wanted to visit – places that gave me a sense of freedom, a sense of peace, a sense of belonging and at the same time a sense of responsibility. I wrote Africa – to savor famine, thirst, poverty and homelessness. Costa Rica – for the longing hunger of forest adventure, active mountain thrills and exotic natural beauty that is rarely existent now in the gleaming skyscrapers and bright lights. Italy – for romanticism of Byzantine architecture, winding alleys, ancient art, old towns and culinary expertise. Pyramids of Giza – for the testament to the brilliance and ingenuity of man’s engineering. India, Taj Mahal – for appreciation of grief of a loving husband for his wife for all times to come. A symbol of lasting love with gleaming interiors that make the heart melt every time you take a stroll in its garden (Burke). Greece – for a feeling of preservation of old Roman times and their way of life including baths and theatre etc. Gran...
11 October 2011
Definition And Categorization
In her poem “The meaning of Happiness”, Pauline Oliver wrote:
As I pondered the meaning of happiness I sat and thought awhile The outwards signs are clear enough Sparkling eyes and a beaming smile
And inwardly how can one tell Or gauge this emotion intact For it blends with many others To me that is a fact
Joy, Pleasure and Ecstasy As friends together band Difficult to separate For they go hand in hand. (quoted in HYPERLINK "" )
After reading the snippet of this beautiful poem, I closed the book and started thinking to myself “What is the meaning of happiness for me”. To my surprise, I was clueless.
Being awe-struck made me realize I had to think more clearly about this, so I grabbed a pen and a notebook and started jotting down everything that defined happiness for me – in the truest sense.
The first thing that came to my mind when I thought about defining happiness was the people that were close to me. My mom, my dad and my best friend – they all made up my fecund childhood memories and my tomorrow’s. I can’t imagine going through life without any of them. Beaming mornings of my first day at school with my dad holding my hand till I absolutely had to let go, the delicious macaroni and cheese my mom made with me on weekends, my best friend and I romping in backyard, clambering orange trees all made moments for me, moments I can think back to whenever I needed to smile, moments that made me ‘happy’ and I get to revisit them in my mind whenever I wanted. I put a big star against this point because this is something I had to hold on to no matter where I am. Starting tomorrow, I vowed to myself that whenever I get lost in the rush of life, I’d look up this and crawl back to these people to root myself back onto the ground. Wherever I go, whatever I feel I need to remember my epitome of happiness constitute these people and they are the ones who I need to reach out to and appreciate existence of.
Moving on to the next item of defining happiness, I put down ‘passion’. Passion to love, passion to feel, to appreciate beauty, to enjoy and to devour in everything great. Too much of today’s life was depended on obscure obsessions – obsessions that sucked the life out of you and made you rush. Obsession with dollars, obsession with bling-bling cars, with pearl gold-plated neck pieces, with anorexia, with label clothes - they were all superficial. I was talking about the passion to enjoy a simple cup of coffee in the morning, the passion to love your work, passion to appreciate off the subway random graffiti art, passion to care for others, passion to empathize, passion to be earthbound, passion to enjoy the fearless motion of the sea, the whispering music of leaves and the cool misty breeze in your hair. Just taking out moments in your time and deadline bounded life to actually enjoy – that constituted passion.
The minty aroma in my bedroom gave me the next point for my definition of happiness – scent. The scent of the soft rain-mud or the autumn breeze, the scent of infused mint or white teas, the scent of enveloping jasmine flower or lemony chamomile fragrance – whatever it maybe, just inhaling in the lingering beauty made me happy. It makes you not only feel whole and alive but takes you back to moments of velvety wind rustle, of sounds of bullfrogs, of rooftop parties, of laughter, of joy of holding your loved one for the first time – the memory laden odor is more than just a smell, it’s a projection of the precious moments. Moments that we tend to forget with the cars honking and tire screeching but this helps to bring back those so for sake of preservation of my past projections, I put a heart over this. A creamy scent for every moment I want to remember – happy.
Knacking my brain for a more detailed answer, my eyes set on the fresh book of lonely planet that lay there on my bedside – viola, travel! Not for the sake of souvenirs or bragging rights but for a fresh perspective and other’s point of view. Not for the sake of vacation or a get-away but to see what is out there in the world. Not to be seized by the daily-routine life but to be a freewheeling, carefree itinerant. I started scribbling down places, cities I wanted to visit – places that gave me a sense of freedom, a sense of peace, a sense of belonging and at the same time a sense of responsibility. I wrote Africa – to savor famine, thirst, poverty and homelessness. Costa Rica – for the longing hunger of forest adventure, active mountain thrills and exotic natural beauty that is rarely existent now in the gleaming skyscrapers and bright lights. Italy – for romanticism of Byzantine architecture, winding alleys, ancient art, old towns and culinary expertise. Pyramids of Giza – for the testament to the brilliance and ingenuity of man’s engineering. India, Taj Mahal – for appreciation of grief of a loving husband for his wife for all times to come. A symbol of lasting love with gleaming interiors that make the heart melt every time you take a stroll in its garden (Burke). Greece – for a feeling of preservation of old Roman times and their way of life including baths and theatre etc. Gran...
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