By definition, bliss is complete happiness. Heaven. Paradise.
Being the realistic soul that I am (with a tad of “dreamer” thrown in for good measure), I know it isn’t possible to be completely happy all of the time — but I like the idea. Who doesn’t?! However, I tend to put bliss into perspective.
Am I happy? Generally. Blissful? Now and then. Although being in my kitchen comes pretty close. :)
When “bliss happens” — those are the times I smile, followed by an immediate counting of my blessings. A bliss list, of sorts…
Sunsets that look like a spilled paint box, lyrics that touch my heart, freshly laundered sheets, Old Boy perched on the driftwood tree, a bald eagle soaring overhead, making music, a handwritten letter in the mailbox, spending time with loved ones — basically those fragments of time when time seems suspended and my soul is overflowing.
While I don’t keep a list per se, I hold blissful memories close.
Or on a plate…
Cumulative moments of bliss make me “happier” than if I aspired to be deliriously happy all the time. How about you?
Any bliss lists to share?
Enjoying bites of life,