Bliss is not caring, about anything. About what others think, about what you think. Bliss is letting go. 

It's running without a predetermined destination. It is dancing in the rain. Singing in the rain. It's feeling the wind. I mean really feeling it. Not whether it is cold or warm. Rather feel the wind as it run its finger through your hair and breathes on your neck, sending chills down your body. Feel it. That is bliss.

Bliss is a smile stretching across your face. It is a conversation without words. It's sweatpants. No pants. It's the sand between your toes, and the sun on your skin. Bliss is a kiss.