Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there and why is it meaningful to you?
*this is not finished yet, I just want to know if I'm on the right track!
"Pass me the ball!" I shouted as I sprinted across the gray concrete driveway. The scorching, humid Georgian heat beamed onto my tanned skin as I shielded the sun's gleaming rays from my eyes. It was an intense game of basketball between me and my siblings. My stepsister and I challenged my brother and stepbrother. The first pair to make in five baskets would be the winner and the losing team had no choice but to buy Taco Bell for the four of us. Both teams of two were tied at four baskets. My stepsister had the ball and I was wide open, standing next to the towering ten foot basket. She launched the fluorescent orange ball at me. My brother and stepbrother both looked at me with widened eyes as I caught it, aware that they would be doomed to defeat. I effortlessly aimed the ball at the basket and casted it up in the air, watching it as it cascaded into the hoop swiftly. I leaped into the air with enthusiasm, mocking my brothers. We were all fatigued and hastened to the car to fill our vacant stomachs with our favorite meal-Taco Bell. It didn't matter who won; we all enjoyed spending quality time together as a family. It's not very often that my brother and I get to see my stepsiblings, so every moment counts. Visiting Georgia with my family to spend time with my stepmother's family gives me bliss because of the valuable moments that we all share together.
To me, contentment means being able to wind down and saying goodbye to any stresses or worries that I may have at the moment. It is being pleased with what I have and not wanting to ask for anything more to make me feel secure. From having to sit in our spacious minivan for a prolonged fourteen hour drive from New Jersey to Georgia, to simply playing a short, competitive game of basketball, spending time with my family is my place of contentment. Being with my family enables me to overlook the pressures of life and instead focus on having fun. I'm not much of a fan of sports, but playing basketball on the driveway with my siblings gives us a chance to bond with each other. While my siblings and I run around on the concrete, dribbling the ball back and forth to one another, our parents sit on the porch swing watching us laugh and joke around. Their eyes gleam as they watch us all getting along together and building a connection with each other. In that moment, I don't need to reflect about anything else besides taking delight in having a great time with the people who I can completely be myself around. When I am spending time with my family, I truly don't feel the necessity to ask or want anything more in that moment. The minutest things, such as playing a game of basketball with my siblings, are meaningful to me because I am able to make several memories and capture specific moments of my life where I am content.
*this is not finished yet, I just want to know if I'm on the right track!
"Pass me the ball!" I shouted as I sprinted across the gray concrete driveway. The scorching, humid Georgian heat beamed onto my tanned skin as I shielded the sun's gleaming rays from my eyes. It was an intense game of basketball between me and my siblings. My stepsister and I challenged my brother and stepbrother. The first pair to make in five baskets would be the winner and the losing team had no choice but to buy Taco Bell for the four of us. Both teams of two were tied at four baskets. My stepsister had the ball and I was wide open, standing next to the towering ten foot basket. She launched the fluorescent orange ball at me. My brother and stepbrother both looked at me with widened eyes as I caught it, aware that they would be doomed to defeat. I effortlessly aimed the ball at the basket and casted it up in the air, watching it as it cascaded into the hoop swiftly. I leaped into the air with enthusiasm, mocking my brothers. We were all fatigued and hastened to the car to fill our vacant stomachs with our favorite meal-Taco Bell. It didn't matter who won; we all enjoyed spending quality time together as a family. It's not very often that my brother and I get to see my stepsiblings, so every moment counts. Visiting Georgia with my family to spend time with my stepmother's family gives me bliss because of the valuable moments that we all share together.
To me, contentment means being able to wind down and saying goodbye to any stresses or worries that I may have at the moment. It is being pleased with what I have and not wanting to ask for anything more to make me feel secure. From having to sit in our spacious minivan for a prolonged fourteen hour drive from New Jersey to Georgia, to simply playing a short, competitive game of basketball, spending time with my family is my place of contentment. Being with my family enables me to overlook the pressures of life and instead focus on having fun. I'm not much of a fan of sports, but playing basketball on the driveway with my siblings gives us a chance to bond with each other. While my siblings and I run around on the concrete, dribbling the ball back and forth to one another, our parents sit on the porch swing watching us laugh and joke around. Their eyes gleam as they watch us all getting along together and building a connection with each other. In that moment, I don't need to reflect about anything else besides taking delight in having a great time with the people who I can completely be myself around. When I am spending time with my family, I truly don't feel the necessity to ask or want anything more in that moment. The minutest things, such as playing a game of basketball with my siblings, are meaningful to me because I am able to make several memories and capture specific moments of my life where I am content.