Beauty doesnt merely lie in the eyes of the observer it lies in his thoughts, in his feelings, in his character. The moment you grow big enough to find the beauty in a girls scar or a mothers unconditional love, at that moment you grow beautiful. You grow so beautiful that you get to know what the Beauty of being beautiful is. The happiness you get at that state is what is actually called bliss. Bliss is not the state when your dad gifts you what you want or the state when your friends give you a surprise party. Bliss is that time when you realise that you have changed. That you have become so beautiful and great that you are able to see love in a small act. When you realise that now you are able to actually differentiate between true beauty and fakeness. That you are able to find happiness in others happiness. That you can see beauty in a beast, beauty in a broken harmonium. That state is called bliss.
Just tell me why it aint possible. I mean come on, just look around you, look at the things you do each day. Even now do you think its not possible? Then you are wrong. Just think about it. When you feel hot, dont you take a card or paper and swipe it. Dont you get fresh air now. How? There was air before also. But its strenght wasnt enough to suffice your thirst. But now when you used that card and moved it left and right, more air came rushing. But from where? The air was already there but this time you put your effort and strenght, so air quenched your thirst. Hmmm... Right! Think about it. And tell me.
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