But is it really? What can one perceive to be true bliss, a simple life or a meaningful one? One in which aspirations are reached each and every day, perchance. A life that is lived for something, or possibly even someone. George Orwell replaced true emotions with a miserable existence for all. Aldous Huxley portrayed modern society as one giant "orgy porgy" of immaturity and innocence.
I believe bliss is attained when one finds why he or she was placed on this very planet. No "perfect life," or "eternal soul-mates." Just the simple realization, a matter of fact. I think this bliss is exactly what I need. At this very moment, and for the rest of my life. What is the overall purpose here? I am a mere adolescent who is trying to find her place in reality.
If only dreams and my subconscious mind overtook my grasp on life.
Then, and only then, would I actually be able to live.
P.S.- To my amusement, today was the day I realized that everyone looks wonderful in black. Everyone. Good feelings coming through never fail to please, for the days are beginning to become blurs of nothingness.
Good night.
