Have you felt bliss just because of the weather - a day flushed with just the right amount of sunshine, just the perfectly cool breeze, just just because?
Have you felt bliss in watching a tree blossom and shed in your backyard - stunned by its beauty in every season?
Have you felt bliss in coming back home?
Have you felt the bliss of sudden realisations?
I know I have!
I have been enraptured out of a bad mood by good weather.
I have had a tree to myself all my childhood, one that was always there, no matter the season or time of day, no matter who came and who left, it was there in my joys and jilts, it stood outside my bedroom window, not in my house, just a little distance away, and everytime I came home, it was there. Just the fact that it was there was enough for me, to know that somethings won’t change. And when I left home for college, and then returned for the holidays, it was still there until one time, it wasn’t. I know the despair I felt that day, I’m yet to reconcile with it.
Coming back home has always been the greatest bliss of life, and sudden realisations, well, they can be blissful too.
Happiness is bliss. Calm is bliss.
Nature is bliss.
Is ignorance bliss?
Probably not. In my opinion, definitely not.
Bliss, a short story by #KatherineMansfield, is absolute bliss. Read it, please!
Oh, the other stories were good too, but nothing compares to Bliss!
Overall: 3 stars!
Bliss: 5 stars!