A thought about bliss.

Just a bit ago, I really sat down to think about what it means to be happy. In my head I versed a few moments in my life where I closed my eyes and counted my blessings, but everyone knows blessings are only counted when you've lost one.

This is why I think I like him so much. Because today, I came to my computer and counted my blessings... and they were all there. I'm not making mistakes that I need to cheer myself up for, I'm not hurting anyone that I need to reassure, I'm not losing anything close to me that faults me.

I've reached such an extreme point of happiness that I'm counting my blessings because I love them, not because I lost them.

Because I love them. :)