Well, I seem to be on a totally different page than everyone here. I don't see "bliss" (may that word disappear from all our vocabularies in the near future) as having anything at all to do with the day to day events of my life. Bliss isn't tiny pieces of happiness that I grasp greedily from small things or from another person and it isn't something that bounces up and down because I have to iron a lot of clothes instead of read the book I just bought. In fact, when you are really in touch with what matters and brings meaning to your life, all those small irritations, or even small joys, are pretty much irrelevant to your "bliss". (I am beginning to have trouble typing the damn word).
It is knowing that your life is on a course that is right for you, consistent with your values, and that all those other things may be distractions or irritations, but that they don't really interfere with the overall purpose of your life.
Of course, pursuing bliss in a way is a luxury, one we are all fortunate to have. I remember reading The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom many years ago, and being so amazed at how she was using all that had happened to her to create purpose. Her life was filled with tragedies and horror and yet I think she would be someone who found and followed her bliss.
(I will never type that word again. I am going to take the letters off my typewriter, even f t means no one can read what wrte.) |
