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"Breathe, relax, enjoy life, explore, and worry not" ; What matters and why? [11]
Stanford: will you compare both of these essays, which is better?Prompt: what matters and why? number two is a work in progress but I wanted your opinion on which one is better...I am worry free..but I am also considerate...lol...SO HELP ME PICK PLEASE
1)Every morning I wake up smiling knowing my 18 month old niece will burst into my room at exactly 8:00 A.M. laughing as she skitters over to my bed. It was a subtle reminder one morning when she burst into my room throwing her ball at my face. I immediately concealed her favorite ball and replaced it with a receipt. To my surprise, she did not whine or scream for her ball. She embraced the exchange and threw the receipt in the air watching it slowly flutter down. Her eyes glistened in amazement as did mine. She had it all figured out, worry not and enjoy everything because life is just that, a thing.
Why so serious? Breathe, relax, enjoy life, explore, and worry not. Money, fame, friendship, love, career, and problems will come and go. To put into perspective the insignificance of my problem: it is but a speck on a billion consecutive specks. Thus, I tend not to worry. Worry is the most malicious atrocity I chose not to practice. I can run and run, worrying about the Boss's flawless coffee, or pesky deadlines. But if death visits unexpectedly, did all those worries accomplish anything?
Everything I do is pure worry-free enjoyment. I go to college because I love embracing a community that considers the pursuit of knowledge noble, even if some degrade it to hopeless competition. I volunteer at the zoo because I have a commitment to preserve nature, even if industries recklessly pollute. Love, forgiveness, and commitment is how I defeat worry.
Do me a favor, stop reading the rest of my application, go outside, breathe the fresh aroma of relief, and whistle as your mind floats into paradise. I can wait, because that is the true beauty of no worries.
2)It is Sunday night football. The night is young and the chatter is lively. The eight slices of hot and cheesy pepperoni pizza have arrived; now it is all a numbers game. I devour two slices, and chug a coke. My friend Eddy devours his two slices, and Nick is still on his first. But wait, out of the corner of my eye I spot Mr. Inconsiderate, who had his fair share. My vision transforms into slow motion as he casually approaches the lonely slice that is rightfully Nick's. Fear entrenches my body and my eyes bulge out as he inches closer. No; he conquered the last slice. There was no reprimand that night, rather a silent realization to always be considerate.
Outside the serious context of pizza pies. I find life more joyful when I consider everyone's feelings. This way hate, deception, and revenge easily subsides. This world was not built on survival of the fittest. Revolutions were won together, machines were built for all peoples, and knowledge was passed on so society could continue to function. Before I move for action, I always stop and think about the collateral damage....blah blah blah