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| Seen on the desk at a local bookstore |
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| Flowers on my street |
How can bliss be
defined?
For me, it is
one foot on the other with sandals beneath, or looking out my window to see a
single light on in the apartment across the way (someone else is still awake and thinking too). It is waking up to a day of
freedom and adventure, and it is that day’s end, one that’s been long and
brought happiness. It is laughing without bounds, to myself or to someone else.
It is any kind of love that isn’t turned on its side. It is smiling to a
stranger and them smiling back. It is happy surprises:
fluffy dogs in shops, street side proclamations of wisdom, unexpected flowers
and other notations of beauty, and the fond memories one carries everywhere. It is contented
sleepiness put to rest and the hope for another full and bright day to come. It
is feeling that things are forgivable.
And finally, bliss, I
believe, is being able to walk in the world and see something, anything, worth
loving.
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| Share beauty with everyone |
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| Words of wisdom |
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| Came across this masterpiece on the sidewalk outside my apartment building |
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