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A BLISS PASS

Ah, yes. To sit in total peaceful bliss—this is the essence of life itself, though we often fail to recognize it, wrapped as we are in the duties, the identities, the endless roles we think we must play. Each day, if we allow ourselves even a moment of pause, we may glimpse a feeling, a state, that surpasses all else: nirvana. It is not far away, not some grand destination in the clouds; rather, it is here, closer than your breath. Nirvana is the quiet at the heart of all things, waiting patiently behind the endless buzz of your thoughts.

We spend our days holding our breath, charging through tasks, tense and distracted, believing that by doing so we become important, successful, real. Yet all this time, we exhaust ourselves. All this holding, all this resisting, creates the very tension we wish to escape. So, simply exhale. Let go. In this letting go, life begins to breathe through you, like a river washing over stones, smoothing them, caressing them into softness. Allow your thoughts to flow like water; let them blend into the gentle music of a stream. See, as you listen, how the noise fades, leaving behind only the sound of peaceful running water.

Place your worries into this stream, see them float away as leaves carried by the current. They are not yours to hold. They never were. The burdens on your back, the weight of who you think you are, all the stories you tell yourself—put these down. For they are the baggage of the ego, the heavy, cumbersome mask we carry, convinced it is who we are. But, my friend, it is not. It is merely a costume, and in clinging to it, we weigh ourselves down.

Let go of judgments, for these are the heaviest of all. When we judge others, we build walls around our hearts, we shut ourselves off from the natural flow of love and understanding. These judgments are stones in the stream of your mind; release them, and watch how swiftly they are carried away.

Sink into your bliss. We sit in anger and frustration so easily, so willingly, without a thought. But make a conscious choice to sit in bliss. Observe, if you will, how this shifts the entire tone of your life. What we focus on grows; thus, when you choose bliss, you cultivate a garden of peace within yourself.

So, put down your phone, step out of the endless distractions, and pick up your bliss. You have more than enough time. Time is not something to hoard or chase; it expands when you sink into the present, into gratitude, into the simple awareness of being alive. The bliss you seek is here, waiting, as it always has been.

The greatest liberation is understanding that the reality of life exists only in this present moment. And when you look back, you will not regret the times you sat in peace, in gratitude, in bliss. You’ll see that those moments, when you let go and simply existed, were the times you touched something real. So, release the weight of petty concerns. In the end, you’ll find no regret in the simple peace of being.






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