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Yesterday I stumbled across a poem written about this thing we call “Bliss”. It’s something we all like and we all want in our lives. We try to pursue it as best we can even though it does elude us much of the time. I read it with great interest because I’ve gone after bliss many times and experienced bliss at times in my life but haven’t had near as much of it as I’ve wanted. Here’s the poem. I hope you like it as much as I did and that you find it’s helpful to you too in your pursuit of bliss.
How many years do we waste as we search for this?
Young men work to build their bodies strong.
Finally, they move on–but now it’s assets, goals and stuff.
But the end is justified by the means.
What have I missed? My wife, my kids, my life is amiss.
What’s it all worth if ‘in the getting’ I lose my soul?
But sometimes life will let you do just that,
For we all must learn in the proper time and season,
Bliss rarely comes when one is young,
Its secret is buried and is man’s greatest foe.
Ego locks you out of your bliss.
But it takes almost a lifetime to get that peace of mind.
By the way, the author of this poem, and I had totally forgotten this, is little ol’ me. I wrote this back in 1998 and as I read all these years later I was quite surprised that it struck me as pretty good. Well, it must have been more what they call ‘inspiration’ because it was too good to come just from my brain.
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