Welcome to the first post

So today is the day that I've decided to begin a quest for bliss. Or perhaps more accurately, I've realized that I'm on a quest for bliss. I think we all are. So let's get down to brass tax. What is bliss? Well, Dictionary.com defines it as:

bliss [blis] - noun

1.	supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment: (i.e. wedded bliss.)

2.	Theology. the joy of heaven.

3.	heaven; paradise: the road to eternal bliss.

4.	Archaic. a cause of great joy or happiness.

Let's stick with the first definition. Everyone knows that it's always the best one anyway. So, supreme happiness. That sounds pretty good. And like I've often been told by skeptics in film and television, if something sounds like it's too good to be true, it probably is.

How do we get it? Is it worth it? Do we actively make conscious choices to make our lives happier? More fulfilled? Do we even know what that means? Or are most of us just running down the clock until we can hit up the bars again and watch new episodes of The Daily Show (for example). Or would that example be an example of bliss? Who's to say that ultimate contentment doesn't lie at the bottom of a pint of beer? Probably lots of people, but there are probably ten times as many that look for it there. This is what I want to find out.

Next question: Does it even exist? We live in jaded times. People don't get to retire anymore. Unless you're rich. Or born rich. Social security isn't going to take care of us. (By "us" I mean the American masses). And I've seen what social security does to those that it DOES supposedly take care of. Not impressed. Anybody? Show of hands. Who here is impressed with the social security system in this country... That's what I thought. Our future's are tied to this notion of finding happiness and settling down. But just because we're older doesn't mean we're happy. Hell, it doesn't even mean we're settling down. Maybe it's just something we keep searching for until we die.

Of course, then there would be overlooking the obvious. My great grandparents were married for something like 70 years. Found each other in high school and got married, had a pile of kids and lived out on a farm. He made ceramics as a hobby, lawn gnomes and things, and she baked. I don't remember them too well, but I do remember that the kept a bathtub in their yard filled with koi and they would freeze every summer and thaw out every spring and still live. Those fuckers got huge! Anyway, the point is that my great-grandfather, like most old people, eventually died. My great-grandmother was devastated. She could barely eat. Barely do anything. And within a week, she died too. He was her reason for living. And I think they were happy. And I'd give anything to have what they did. Maybe that's what it's all about. Just finding someone you can spend time with. Talk to and realize that maybe you're both incredibly imperfect, but you've still got each other. And always will.

Questions? Comments? I promise I'll read anything anybody has to say.

I think that's it for this post. I want to remain on topic and this is beginning to run dangerously close to becoming it's own subject.