Remember the last day of school?
Do you ever wonder what your “Emotional Intelligence” is? Some scientists believe your “E.Q.” is more important to your success in life than your “I.Q.”.
Take the TEST here:
RESOURCES ON DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OF EMOTIONS:
BIG THINK ARTICLE: How Too Much Happiness Makes You Unhappy
Washington Post ARTICLE: Too Much Happiness Makes You Unhappy
7 Must-Read Books in Happiness (Plus more TED talks!)
Conversations about this talk at http://www.ted.com/conversations/search?type=keyword&term=Michael+Norton%3A+How+to+buy+happiness&submit=Go
or the OXFORD Happiness Survey HERE
or for more fun, use your iPhone for this: http://www.trackyourhappiness.org/
ARTICLE: Is there a Mathematics to Happiness?
GALLERY: The World’s 15 Happiest Countries
ARTICLE: Why would the government want to know if we are happy? Why did our founding fathers consider “pursuit of happiness” so important?
50 People 1 Question: What is Your Biggest Regret? (we might replicate this in class)
ARTICLE: Does regret make you more humane?
ARTICLE: Quick Decisions Create Regret
Here is the exquisite, legendary Edith Piaf sing “No, I regret Nothing” (with English subs)
ARTICLE: Why is regret a “moral” emotion?
ARTICLE: TOP 5 Regrets of the DYING
ARTICLE: What is “broken heart syndrome”?
then watch this short video:
ARTICLE: The Grief and Infection Connection
ARTICLE: What’s the Value of Sadness (Happiness- Enough Already!)
“Sadness is a Blessing” by Lykke Li (“Sadness is my boyfriend…”)
We are not the only creatures to experience Grief- check out these elephants…
W.H. Auden’s lovely poem: “Funeral Blues”, as seen in the film “Four Weddings and a Funeral”
And another stunning piece of poetry by Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well—
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.
– Lord Byron