Perhaps my one goal throughout my short life has been one of blissful life. I lose sight of it sometimes, but it doesn't really change, and it returns. As I experience more of life and become aware of more experiences and lives, this Bliss is added to.

I don't quite remember things from all the past, specifically related to my mind and thoughts, but I do remember that for years I've wanted a friend. I've wanted social connection, especially IRL. I've wanted someone to talk to, share things with, share interests, spend time with. Maybe multiple friends, too. But people/person I felt belonging with. I wanted someone to make me feel like I was a part of reality, not left out.

I've never achieved this goal, but... it is a thing to look forward to. But that is not all that the Bliss entails...

It is built upon freedom. If experiencing life, of not holding myself back or being held back from trying something new. I have been... getting progress, on this. On becoming both my own person and a person. Of entering reality.

The Bliss is something I daydream of. The lives I imagine, the experiences, choices, emotions. It is everyone - or... nearly-so - who is not me. Everything unknown.

Perhaps it is naive, but it brings hope. Joy.

I'm finding it hard to makes words right now, idk.

Bliss is Freedom.

Bliss is Life.

I'm not sure whether I envy people or draw hope/inspiration from them. I feel it is more the latter, but I'm not sure.

And, despite the grass not being greener, it is better than a grassless wasteland.

It is still hard to move around in life sometimes. It is still hard to be in reality.

But I am getting there.

Closer to Bliss, which may not exist. But a spot along the way is just as welcome as a wish.