Bliss.

There is a place, a place that is not ours. It is a place we must find, a place that we must form. It is a complacent place we are in. Denatured, morphed, unrecognizable, gone away. It is a game of trail, a test to see who can survive such a place. Pass the test, leave the place and make your own. Leave the place, make your own, recognizable world, ordinary world, stronger world. Place of pure bliss, pure happiness, pure content in yourself and what lies beneath you, beyond you, in front of you. It is there, it is all you.

You can blossom in bliss, or you can be miserable in it.

Before bliss, there is misery. This is why we must be tested. Tested for truth and strength. Mental capacity to contain emotion, contain thoughts. Shuttering, shut off from the world. Cowering against the wall, with shadows and demons of fears and regret standing in front of us.. to each his own. There is an undeniable comfort in releasing the demons of fears upon yourself, but to allow them to soak in your blood that they caused. Resentment mistaken for passion. Or was it passion mistaken for resentment? Learn to survive, and you can leave the place of misery. Misery left a memory, misery left as a memory. Recognize the value of misfits, you are a misfit. A misfit in misery, you were. There is a test. It is called life. And as we must live, we must fight.

We must learn to survive. Only then can we blossom in bliss.

Pass the test, leave the place, make your own. Make it recognizable, beautiful. You’ve made it, and you very well deserve it. You have fought for bliss, you have fought for your bliss. You have fought for your place and have put your place in that place, and it needs you. No longer a vacuum of your own heart, bliss thrives. What has happened to you?

Alive but maybe not in that way. Which way? Alive in soul, body, mind, looking below. Remember bliss. Remember what is ordinary is not necessarily your own. We form our place, we form our home. You form your place, you form your home. Remember bliss. Bliss.. blossom. Bliss, misery.