Stanford students are widely known to possess a sense of intellectual vitality. Tell us about an idea or an experience you have had that you find intellectually engaging.
Moving their mouths unconsciously up and down as they chew, the sheep blankly stare into the woods that surround my house. While they graze for hours and days at a time, I am working on homework, watching TV, or reading books to keep boredom at bay. To sheep, there is no boredom and sense of time like we humans have created. They lack that sophistication that makes us human, but is that necessarily a bad thing? I wonder what they think about as they sit there. Do they have a meaning, feel a purpose for their life, or think beyond their daily hay and grain? Do they even know where they are?
I constantly look for ways to attach meaning to my life. Through college, going to my friend's party or concert, and my hobbies, I strive for that all important satisfaction in life. But the sheep just eat. Life is supposed to be exhilarating, full of surprises, good times and bad, so how is it that sheep are alive as well?
Sometimes I look around my room at the collection of Harry Potter books, the mounds of clothes, and my cat and wonder if all of this is necessary in life. I can still function without the use of entertainment, pets, and clothes that don't even keep me warm but why don't I? The Harry Potter books remind me of when I was younger and enthusiastic about the possibility of magical worlds and fantasy lands. They make my life meaningful just as my cat and wardrobe do too.
It doesn't ultimately matter that the way my sheep and I lead our lives is different from one another. We all die eventually, but that hunger for meaning will always be in the human spirit. That is what makes me different from my sheep. Yes, I can read Harry Potter and the sheep can't, but more importantly I can remember how excited I was for each new book to come out and the excitement with which I read each book for the first time. The feelings associated with my book collection, hobbies, and experiences is what makes this life worth living. If I am going to die eventually, I might as well have fun while I am here.
please give me some feedback as to my topic and approach to this essay. im not quite sure yet as to what I want to get across with this essay
thank you!
Moving their mouths unconsciously up and down as they chew, the sheep blankly stare into the woods that surround my house. While they graze for hours and days at a time, I am working on homework, watching TV, or reading books to keep boredom at bay. To sheep, there is no boredom and sense of time like we humans have created. They lack that sophistication that makes us human, but is that necessarily a bad thing? I wonder what they think about as they sit there. Do they have a meaning, feel a purpose for their life, or think beyond their daily hay and grain? Do they even know where they are?
I constantly look for ways to attach meaning to my life. Through college, going to my friend's party or concert, and my hobbies, I strive for that all important satisfaction in life. But the sheep just eat. Life is supposed to be exhilarating, full of surprises, good times and bad, so how is it that sheep are alive as well?
Sometimes I look around my room at the collection of Harry Potter books, the mounds of clothes, and my cat and wonder if all of this is necessary in life. I can still function without the use of entertainment, pets, and clothes that don't even keep me warm but why don't I? The Harry Potter books remind me of when I was younger and enthusiastic about the possibility of magical worlds and fantasy lands. They make my life meaningful just as my cat and wardrobe do too.
It doesn't ultimately matter that the way my sheep and I lead our lives is different from one another. We all die eventually, but that hunger for meaning will always be in the human spirit. That is what makes me different from my sheep. Yes, I can read Harry Potter and the sheep can't, but more importantly I can remember how excited I was for each new book to come out and the excitement with which I read each book for the first time. The feelings associated with my book collection, hobbies, and experiences is what makes this life worth living. If I am going to die eventually, I might as well have fun while I am here.
please give me some feedback as to my topic and approach to this essay. im not quite sure yet as to what I want to get across with this essay
thank you!