A Blissful Life

By golly, holidays sure passing quick nowadays. Been enjoying life much less of late, though I’m not really sure why. I remember a time two years back when I was feeling great, and totally enjoying life like I should. Back then, life was easy…At that time, I remember telling myself that this was it, that I have reached the ultimate pleasure zone. I cannot recall a single aspect of that time of which I was not happy with, in short, I was satisfied with the cards God delt me, I was glad to be alive.

I could walk around with my head held high, just knowing that I was living life like it should be lived. I walked around appreciating every single thing that came into my life. At that time, I found it easy to fall in love.

It was a time of bliss, really. I was almost always very calm, not hiding anything. At that time I remember I was almost always very serious (at least I looked like it); it wasn’t because I was unhappy, it was that I simply didn’t need a reason to be happy! I was happy all the time. I didn’t need to laugh, or cry, run or hide…

Right now, it feels different…I don’t feel that way anymore…

There is this theory of joys I recall reading a while back; there are three types, one of them being congruent joy. It is the joy that comes from the moment, without any reason. An example would be when you are sitting on a train or bus, or simply walking somewhere, maybe back home or to school or work, and suddenly this feeling of absolute bliss comes over you.

You feel a smile coming on, though you do not know why — it was then I had almost frequent occurences of congruent joy. This sudden feeling of joy that arises from no other reason than that that I’m alive….

Life is great, at times. Come to think of it, life is simply an egg. Fragile, yet strong, nice, and yet sometimes horrible (like the smell of raw egg). It is only what you want to see, a perception thing really, it has to be seen in context. You can look at it from the surface (yes, it is an egg), or you could go deeper and ponder about the life that starts from an egg.

An egg to an adult, to more eggs, to more adults and so on and so forth. Everything needs to be seen in perspective and in context. There is not only black and white, but also grey areas in-between. In fact, there probably isn’t any black or white, only grey areas!

Life may be good, but I’m presently not seeing it that way, nor am i prepared to. I guess it will have to act as a benchmark to where I am in life — life is defined by its ups and downs.

If life were filled only with happy moments, how would we know we’re happy?

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