When I first realized that the word bliss resonated with me in a way that no other word affected me, the statement I most often read that term used within was “Ignorance is bliss.” by Thomas Gray.
As I dove deeper into this word that stuck a chord with my soul, I realized that the extremely popular notion of making bliss synonymous with a lack of knowledge is a way people justify denial of their own emotions. On a broader scale, social issues are ignored because it doesn’t feel good to live with knowing all of the injustice and cruelty that is so prevalent in the world we live in. On a personal level, I have been told to mind my own business because paying attention makes me a negative person.
I am still learning to walk the tightrope that exists between choosing to be proactive when shedding light on social and environmental situations whilst choosing to become my own bliss in every other instance. I have come to this conclusion. When ignorance is a conscious choice, it is based on laziness, not simply the desire to be happy.
Ignorance is NOT Bliss. It is Laziness.
Learning that one’s thoughts are not random occurrences; that every person of sound body and mind has complete control over their own thoughts and ideas are what differentiates sentient beings from, say, rocks.
Every person has the choice to face a situation s/he encounters head-on; situations that do not sit well with the soul, it is a responsibility to act and enlighten accordingly. Too many people turn their heads and do the easy thing that is to simply go on about their lives never acknowledging the undesirable topic or mentality because it’s easier to.
Progress exists because courage outweighed comfort.
When we, as the human race continually choose to turn our backs on one another, the helpless in this world, animals, and the environment, we are deliberately delaying progress that could mean life or death for future generations.
This means talking about the uncomfortable issues. Healing societal wounds that need to be dressed by understanding, love and compassion.
This means going above and beyond the realm of our own tendencies to lean into the comfort that lies within our feebleness, and embracing the active good that we can do for one another and this world. Once humanity allows itself to continue to kick the can down the road for someone else to fix, hope for progress and hope for a better world will cease to exist.
I realize that making efforts to break certain people open past their own experiences catalyzes eye-rolling and distance between myself and others. That’s a price I’m willing to pay. You may not like my perspective, what I write, or the discomfort my words bring you, but at the very least, I will get you to think. I served my purpose.
What are YOU passionate about?
What gifts do YOU possess to help elevate and enlighten those around you?
What have you been wanting to talk about/get off your chest but have been afraid to?
Turning 30 years old has been something I’ve been looking forward to since the beginning of my 20’s. Many cling to the notion that age is nothing than a number, but for some reason, this birthday feels profoundly different. I’ve heard many dread this year (especially the childless and unmarried), but from what I’ve seen, those same people have grown into their own and are enjoying life on a different level. Like most things in life, perspective is EVERYTHING.
What does a girl who has everything her heart desires give herself as a gift? An organic, vegan, raw cleanse.
Detoxing was the only thing I could think of to give my body for my upcoming 30th birthday.
Today is the first day of my 4 Week vegan organic detox cleanse by Raw Green Organics, and I gotta tell ya, I. FEEL.AMAZING!
I’ve done juice fasts, coconut water fasts, raw food cleanses and the like, and the one thing I experienced in common with those cleanses is that on the first day, I felt like absolute garbage. The stuff that gets stuck to the bottom of your shoe when you aren’t watching where you were stepping? THAT bad.
Not with the RawJuvenate Complete Detox System!
When I was 25, I left college. I had taken my sweet time working on my associate’s degree at Valencia College, where I learned so much about myself and the world around me. Growing within the world of academia was an indulgence because I loved to learn. The process of learning in the arena of higher education was something I was good at, but I had better ideas about my future. I wanted to start companies; make some money. I wanted to start these business ventures by figuring out the way to build them from the bottom up in ways that perhaps were never explored before.
Shortly after I made my decision to take a break from my studies, I walked into a bookstore because I was craving guidance. What better place to find guidance about life choices than a bookstore? I made a major life decision and what followed the peace was insecurity. I exhaled a tiny request from the Universe: “Was I right about leaving college?”
The first book I laid my eyes upon was The Education of Millionaires by Michael Ellsberg (an intensely unique soul I am grateful and humbled to call my friend). I read the book from cover to cover and within those pages, I found relief. I was relieved to read about a plethora of successful founders who opted to forego post-secondary education. I felt as though I had stumbled upon my ilk. Of course, I have yet to experience the astronomical success the interviewees within the book have created for themselves, but I felt as though I was given permission by the Universe by way of Mr. Ellsberg, to move forward in the way my instincts were guiding me.
I was on my way to entrepreneurial success.
It’s been nearly 5 years since my break from college, and I am feeling the itch to return. I find myself referring to moments and lessons during college that have enriched my life. Sure, I’ve learned much by failing on my own and living forward – both have been instrumental in my growth as a person, writer, and coach.
When I was 19, my mom gave me a simple life suggestion.
“People have an average of 3 careers in their lifetime in order to avoid burnout.”
That bulb has been shining brightly within the realm of my consciousness ever since.
I have been feeling myself being drawn towards social issues that ignite and highlight the injustices that run so rampant today. With the advent of social media and 24-hour news cycle, it’s nearly impossible to ignore the plight of the oppressed. I work in teaching people to go within to seek their bliss, and I find myself applying my own lessons on a daily basis because learning about the human tendency to righteously victimize one another with no sense of accountability or remorse is something that keeps my inner Hulk wanting to smash.
How can I help?
What can I do?
My answers to these questions lie in my determination to further my own education both as an act of self-enrichment, but also as a way to better serve the human race. I am well aware of the talents and capabilities I possess, and if I do not expand my abilities, I will not only do myself and my future children a great disservice, but I will also cheat those I could potentially be a voice for.
“In order for the seeds to be planted, the surface must first be disrupted.”
For most of my young, adult life, I’ve grappled with what it means to be a “good woman.”
I’ve somehow inherited the notion – the lie – which states that my fundamental goodness was based upon my ability to be obedient. Internally, I’ve always felt the desire to “F%ck sh!t up,” in the best ways possible.
As much as I felt the pressure to want to be quiet and to play nice; to be like those who move along with the tide, I so desperately sought permission to swim against it.
I’m so grateful that I learned sooner than later that I don’t need permission to be myself. There’s no shame in wanting to be who I am. And that I would miss a lifetime of opportunities if I didn’t utilize my time and talents unabashedly in order to elevate those who are open to it.
Ever since I made the decision to go into the bliss business, I’ve sought to disprove that “Ignorance is bliss.” Even the ignorant should have a deep-seated instinct that alerts them to what is right and wrong. Just because society says it is so does not mean it is the correct and dignified thing for everyone.
So I committed to this exercise. On a daily basis, I would do one thing or write about a subject that made me deeply uncomfortable because I knew what doing the thing or writing the words would ensue. It would make people roll their eyes, or they would choose to be offended, or they would decide they wanted to have nothing to do with me.
All of these three instances and all other related instances made me realize one thing. They didn’t affect me. Even when a discussion turned into a sh!t show, it didn’t matter, because I learned firsthand that bliss doesn’t lie in ignorance, rather in the realization that there is something more, something greater, than my formerly small perspective.