It is often said that the best things in life are free, I, for one, fully agree with the statement. To me, best does not imply the most beautiful or glamorous, or the most indulgent or heavenly, but it is those things which I held to be the most valuable and precious in my life.
Most people would choose to write about their role model (usually their mother), or the sunset, or even the rain. Some would write about food, others about clothes.
I, on the other hand, have favourite things of a very different kind. It might sound strange, but my favorite things are my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my ears, and my hands. Although they are nothing out of the ordinary (no, unfortunately, I haven’t been blessed with aquamarine eyes or perfectly pouting lips), these features are my favorite things because of their ability to evoke in my experience of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Take my eyes, for instance.
People say that ones eyes are the window to one’s soul. Then I must have a fairly bleak, run-of-the-mill type of soul, for what you will see when you look at my eyes are two dark-brown, round buttons. They do not exude any magnetism; neither do they give off an aura of mystery and melodrama. But, they have been the rolls with which I have been able to witness many a beautiful sunset.
The sun spreads its mosaic of color on the horizon, amidst wisps of drifting clouds, as hues of russet pink and violet glisten across the sapphire sky. Then, darkness tears the sky asunder, as day slips into night, providing a canvas for the vast constellation of stars that sparkle majestically, illuminated by the glow of the moon. Serenity fills my soul and soothes my mind as the magnificence and splendor of the sunset captives me.
My next favorite thing is my nose, a feature that quite dominant on my visage, conspiracy exhibiting its own sense of prominence. I assume that it could serve as a rather good model to demonstrate inclined planes in a Physics practical or even gradient in Analytical Geometry. However, I hold my nose in high esteem for the many delectable scents that it allows me to smell: the subtle scent of a delicate flower that tickles the nostrils like a gentle breeze; a calming perfume that comforts my heart; a beautiful fragrance that is soft yet intense; subtle powerful, aromatic blends that engulf the nostrils with a sweet smell.
Not much can be said about my mouth. Although my upper lip is a perfectly shaped Cupids bow, my lower lip seems to have natural Botox. I would also have preferred my lips to be more of a rosy-plink color, rather than the dull mauve that they are.
However, all disappointments disappear when I consider the heavenly taste of chocolate mousse that has passed through these same lips- the feeling of pleasure and contentment that engulfs my entire being like the rich taste intoxicates my sense is unmatchable. The sensation of sweetness soaks into my taste buds, as it slowly oozes down my throat and into my esophagus.
The last of my favorite things are my hands, which are preceded by skinny elongated arms, both of which could be used rather effectively in a Geography lesson to teach the concept of a river and its many tributaries, due to the map of the deep-blue veins that run their course along the inside of my arms.
Yet, this ghostly sight is forgotten when I remember the soothing feeling of a long, hot bath and the silky sensation of warm soap bubbles against my skin. All stress and tension drain away into the soapy water and my body feels rejuvenated and invigorated, the mind floating upwards like a soap bubble, into another realm.
So these are my favorite things. Of course, they come with their imperfection but I am nevertheless extremely grateful for the hem. My favorite things bring me feelings of joy, love, and achievements, success, giving and caring, all of which cannot be seen or even touched. They can only be felt with the heart.
My three favorite things are Cooking, Cleaning, and Shopping because they revolve in my everyday life and my job without them I will not be able to function well. Cooking is one of my favorite things. I love cooking new dishes; I also like having new techniques and ideas in the kitchen. I have always been a fanatic of cooking shows since I was small it has bought my attention.
On Holidays I tend to cook a lot of different dishes. My baked Homemade pies I make off stretch and my famous three cheese Bakezitti brings the entire family over.
So I’m able to share with my family and friends when they come over. I’m also used to cooking big quantities of meals. So everyone gets to eat at my place and take home. Cooking a meal is healthier when compared to eating fast food and will keep your body full much longer. Besides preparing meals instead of being lazy and eating fast food all of the time, meals can bring families together which is needed in today’s society.
Not many people are taking time out to cook or learn how to cook. My mother and I cooked all of the time; it’s really easy to “whip up a meal” as my grandmother would say.
While cooking my grandmother and I would have what we call “bonding time”. Cleaning is also one of my favorite things to do. I was taught at a young age to always have all my things cleaned and well organized. I benefit from it always when I go get something been that I have everything in place I don’t spend much time looking, everything is always right at my reach.
Also, you never know when you will have an unexpected visit show up and find any mess so I always am on the safe side and have my house spick n span; In my house was always cleaned and organized.
I’m constantly cleaning and adjusting my apartment and at my job. I also purchase different disinfecting products I have a whole closet full of cleaning products for the bathroom, kitchen and dishes you name it I have it. My spouse always tells me I have an (O. C. D) problem because of im always on the go I can’t see any mess. My nickname is ”Mrs. clean” at my job. My last but most favorite thing involves shopping; I go shopping at least every other day to the supermarket or clothing store. It all depends on what is needed at my house and at my job.
My day off work, i usually stay at my apartment and get online and purchased cleaning items, clothing, shoes, and toys i see that’s a good price. The first memories I have growing up were shopping. Whether it had been for food, cars, or my personal favorite, clothes, it had not mattered.
My friends and family have described me as doing most of my growing at the mall because that is where I spent most of my time. It is still where I spend most of my time. My days consist of school, mall, and then go home. My parents worked late, so they never knew how I spent my day.
As long as I was home by the time they were, it never really mattered. As I grew older, nothing but my curfew had changed. My days still consisted of the exact same way, but with the addition of homework. Cooking, Cleaning, and Shopping is my three favorite things.
Because they make me happy and keep me focused without these three things, I feel lost and out of control. My three favorite things balance my style of life, and they also play a major part in my job; My job needs an efficient P. C. A., who knows these three basic things cooking, cleaning and shopping in order for their service to be complete.
My three favorite things are music, basketball, and writing poetry. In this essay, I will write my reasons for choosing these things.
Plus, how I feel about, and while I’m, doing these things. I will also mention certain memories from doing these things, and while listening to music. We all have our own preferences, and these are mine. Music is my life and it keeps me going in every way you can imagine.
My favorite types of music are rap and reggae.
In the morning or afternoon, after getting up, the first thing I do is blast my music loud. It wakes me up, even when I don’t feel like getting up. When feeling down and in need of a little inspiration, my best friend is music.
It lifts my spirits up, and sometimes, I even forget my reason for being upset. Music is an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.
If you ask me, a lot of people would be emotionally stressed, or just depressed if it wasn’t for music. Basketball is my favorite sport.
Playing basketball all started with me watching Michael Jordan. He became an even bigger inspiration to me when the movie “Space Jam” came out.I practiced some of his easy moves and shortly mastered them. Playing ball keeps me in shape and upgrades my skills.
When playing basketball, I feel confident because my shots are on point, especially when I’m behind the three-point line. In my previous games, I’ve won many games either one on one or as a team member. I consider myself a baller because I’m really good at doing what I do. My skills are so real, that someone still owes me money because of them.
I wouldn’t say I’m the best, but I’m one of them. After an intense game, I seek a shower and begin relaxation. Writing poetry is what I do to set my mind at ease. When I write, it either takes away some of the pain, or it just makes me reflect on it more.
Writing is a workout and a wonderful exercise for the brain. Poetry is lofty thought or impassioned feeling expressed in imaginative words. It’s the measured language of motion and the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. When I write, it uplifts me and keeps my mind open.
Though I do get writer’s block sometimes, I am always able to finish my work. I even got two of my poems published, and that made me proud and highly motivated to keep writing. Overall, my favorite things all consist of one thing, and that is having fun and relieving stress. Whether I’m listening to music, playing basketball, or writing poetry, I feel at ease and if not, I know I’m on my way to happiness shortly.
In my opinion, it is best to do what you like, especially when you are free. If you keep yourself occupied with positive things, you’ll stay out of trouble. Find out the things you like the most that are positive because staying on the right path is not easy all the time.
Example #4 – interesting ideas
My ice skates I’ve got a pair of very beautiful white ice skates. These are my favorite thing because ice skating is my favourite sport and I love skateﬁghice. My parents gave them to me last year before these skates had others. I always use the skates because I need for skating.
The skates are more expensive than a football kit or a new laptop. When I am on the skates and I’m on the ice I am very happy because I love skating. I often dream that I am with my skates on a very important competition whit Javier Fernandez. I win it with a very elegant purple skating dress.
I was young. I like it because this necklace was my grandma’s and it is very nice. It is something special for me because I love my grandma. Every special day I wear it. I usually put it on my birthday when I don’t forget because I’m very distracted. My necklace is made of gold; it is small and very beautiful in the center of the medal is the Virgin Mary and it is a wonderful small gold necklace and very nice. This is another of my favorite things my laptop I really like it because I can do my homework, talk to my friends. .. my mother gave it to me when I was 7 I like it very much but I don’t use it a lot of. My computer is a big, fast and beautiful white laptop. … I love it! !!
My favorite is my electric guitar. I have got two of them. Their names are Tréboli I and Tréboli II. I study music at the music school “La Gota de Leche”. My electric guitar teacher is Rubén, he is working a CD, the name of the CD is Turbulences and the name of his group is “Flight 505”. I like the electric guitar because I saw a video in which a guitarist played electric guitar very well, he was Santana. I feel great when I play electric guitar, I find it very funny. Now I can play many songs, for example About a Girl of Kurt Cobain, Highway to Hell of AC / DC, Nothing Else Matters of Metallica I play electric guitar on Fridays and when I haven’t got homework.
I am Paola and my favorite thing is my phone. I. My phone is orange rust, it Iivhite and orange of the brand as the name say. On my phone I have downloaded several social networks: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Whatsapp, Snapchat I have also some games. Especially I have a lot of music, also I have many photos, videos I spend almost all afternoon with the phone unless I have school work. My mother says I’m addicted but I do not spend so much time as she thinks.
One of my favourite things is my V-5 space Rubik’s cube of Sengshou. It is Unusual because it can shape | ess, this makes the cube more difficult. I started doing Rubik’s cube when a friend taught me. At the moment I only have 3 cubes, but I want to buy more. .It’s Small cancel Iudll Iahi My Warhammer Collection. another thing that I love is The Warhammer. This is a game about a future war in 40K millennium. You play with miniatures and dice, for me is the best game in the world.
My favorite thing is the respect I earned for my Mom. I think it was a few days after I had my first child, I was holding her, in awe and completely overwhelmed with love, that I realized my Mom must have done the same thing. I called her immediately and apologized for all the stupid things I had done that hurt her and I told her I loved her.
My favorite thing that I see my kids do is be loving siblings. I have three kids and seeing them look out for each other touches me every time. Even when it’s something silly like helping the 2 yr old get his shoes on or my oldest helping my 5 yr old make a snack. I love that despite their bickering and differences, they love each other to pieces! So cute!
It is often said that the best things in life are partly concerned with human’s basic needs and wants such as money, food, shelter, clothes, luxuries, fame and so forth. For others, it could be vary based on the most valuable and precious things in their lives.I am no exception. I, on the other hand, have many favorite things of a very different kind.
It might sound strange, but one of my favorite things in my eyes. Although my eyes are nothing out of the ordinary, which means not blessed with aquamarine eyes, or sparkling eyes, such feature is my favorite thing because of its ability to evoke in my experience of pure unadulterated bliss. People say that the eyes are the window to the soul.
However, like windows, the eyes are also vital in how we view the world around us. In fact, I have a fairly bleak, unusual type of soul, for what you will see when you look at my eyes which are two dark-black, round buttons.
I love the rain. I absolutely adore it.
Seriously, I could go on and on about the rain.
I love the sound of the rain—to fall asleep with the rain pattering at the window is the most peaceful, soft feeling I’ve ever experienced. Recordings just don’t do it justice.
Don’t even get me started on the smell. I may never stop writing if you do.
The rain makes everything absolutely beautiful—you might think that it just makes everything gray, but to me, the rain makes all of the colors in the world so much more vibrant. Heck, I didn’t even realize that there was a blue accent in my car taillights until I was dashing through the parking lot to my car’s warm comfort. The yellows, reds, and purples of the flowers in the garden pop. My grass, for once, looks healthy. The trees look like they’re singing.
I step outside at night in the rain, and everything glows. A kaleidoscope of light moves across the streets at night, flashing between red, yellow, green, and white, constantly shifting and changing colors. A blinding halo of light encircles the lamppost on the corner, and the sidewalk is ablaze with the many different porch lights.
My favorite part about the rain, though, is driving in it. It takes everything previously mentioned and magnifies it. The pitter-patter on the aluminum roof is absolutely magical and is contrasted by the percussive drops on the glass windshield. As the cherry on the top of the sundae, the hiss of the water spraying from the tires is enough to move a man to tears. Somehow (science? Sorcery? I may never know), my car makes the smell even more potent. Through the soaked windshield, everything looks both close and far at the same time. I could never get enough of it.
I have the fondest memories of the rain. I remember playing Yahtzee by myself and listening to the rain at my window. One cool summer evening, my younger sister and I each grabbed a Popsicle and together went on a walk through our neighborhood in a thunderstorm. I sat on the porch once with my mom, watching the rain and the lightning while sipping peppermint hot chocolate. I curled up under the blankets and watched Chuck on a chilly, stormy night.
And here I am now, listening to the rain (and Jackson Browne) in a college dorm room.
A torrent. Rain and lots of it, ruthlessly pelting the ground. Relentless showers and my startlingly bad vision make sight unreliable, but when something round hurtles towards my general direction, I act quickly.
A run. I run after the ball with intent to control it, but competition is hot on my trail. “Man on!” A teammate hollers, warning me of the opponent approaches. A laugh escapes my lips as my run becomes a sprint. Rain stings my skin and further blurs my path, but does little to halt me. My opponent is striding at full speed, but I’m hard to catch. I’ve always been faster barefoot.
An assist. I make a sharp pass to a friend and bolt down the line, screaming for an assist. Her reaction is swift: one-touch in a perfect position for me to volley it into the goal…
A song. We sing. We love to sing. Victory calls for celebration, no matter how low the stakes. Na-Na Na-Na, Na-Na Na-Na. I laugh, arm around my friend as we congratulate ourselves on a win. Hey Hey Hey, You’re Trash.
A dream. I reach home, already daydreaming about winning something bigger. It’s easy to let my mind wander, but slightly more difficult to wrangle in my thoughts. Dreams are cool, but first, food.
A Family. Mom’s just finished cooking, and now she’s on a business call. I step into her room and she grins, then hushes me. “I’ll call you when I’m done,” she whispers. So I run upstairs and find my brother.
Suddenly, I’m not so hungry anymore.
“Hey,” I say casually. “Wanna play some ball?”
He glances away from his screen and shrugs, replying, “Sure.”
Few words are exchanged, but my eyes reveal more excitement than my voice does. Maybe he can tell.
The weather is dull and dreary, the remnants of a rainstorm that just cleared up. Luckily, any weather is football weather.
A friend. Too long a time is spent on my phone. Group chats, iMessage, PMs—every platform you can think of, used to catch up with friends that I saw less than an hour ago. Football stats, memes, banter. Wash, rinse, repeat.
A work. And so, as I no longer feel the need to run around with a ball at my feet, I settle down with a book in my hands. Literary worlds fill my head until my brain can’t hold it all anymore, and I need to let all the words out.
As I scroll aimlessly through my Quora feed, bored and in search of something to answer, A question catches my eye.
What are your favorite things about life?
“It’d be a lengthy list,” I think aloud. “But for now, I suppose I can narrow it down to around eight…”