What is this notion of bliss, this most venerable of a concept? What is it about it that is so unattainable, so desirable, and so fulfilling all at once?
Happiness, as everything else in life, is fleeting. It is temporary. This is not scary, or negative. It’s a fact.
A blank canvas. With the material equivalent spread on new walls all around you, you are boundless. You could write,
It is irritatingly easy to focus on that which you did not accomplish, rather than that which you did. While
… By the pillows, her nose is tucked into your shoulder, under the warmth of the sheets. Her cheeks tingle at the softness against her face. The covers bring a comfort, surpassed only by the press of her body along the length of yours. She pulls herself close to you in small motions, like tide lines on the sand. Her skin warms yours, although she clings to you for the heat, and something more …
Your memory is the rationality, by which your reason is based upon.
No matter what you’re doing in your life at the minute, no matter how busy your day appears to be, or how much furrows your brow each day – take sixty guilt free minutes; for yourself.