Bliss
"A melody adrift in the cosmos"
Are you wondering what it means?
There is a saying that a melody is a soul, drifting through the cosmos. I believe every soul carries its own meaning, and every life rises on its own path in this vast universe.
This is my story.
A story of a soul with countless ups and downs, of life and death, and of everything in between. It is not an easy journey, but it is mine.
I was born in a small town and raised in a middle-class family. I grew up in a low-density residential area, surrounded by leafy neighborhoods and quiet streets that always felt familiar.
My house was big—not like a palace, but big enough to feel calm and peaceful. It was the kind of place where silence felt comforting. A place I could breathe in. A place simply called home.
My childhood was like that of any other girl in this town. I went to one of the biggest schools around, and to me, it was never just a school. It gave me memories I still hold close and people I believed I could walk alongside for the rest of my life—at least for as long as time allowed.
Then came high school.
Those years were filled with fear, sadness, happiness, and emotions so intense that I still carry them within me. They reminded me that I was alive. Those two years remain some of the finest moments of my life so far.
and -
“Bliss!”
I heard someone calling my name as I sat writing in my journal.
Yes, my name is Bliss. It means joy and happiness. I was given that name with the hope that I would stay happy for most of my life.
People often say the name suits me.
I’m not entirely sure it does.
Most of the time, people are not the same on the inside as the way they appear to be on the outside.
I remembered something as I sat down again, and that thought has been bothering me ever since.
It was my first love—or should I say, my first crush?
I was never really interested in guys… or boys. I didn’t want a boyfriend, and while my friends always talked about them, I felt frustrated whenever the topic came up. They spoke about it endlessly, as if it were the most important thing in the world, while I found nothing particularly interesting in it.
And that’s when it happened.
I was in the seventh grade. I was wandering in and out of my classroom, hoping a teacher would come in and teach something. It was the time of my final exams, and I was good at academics—some people even called me a nerd, though I never believed I was one.
At the same time, there was a special event happening in my school. Groups were practicing dances and songs everywhere. The entire place was filled with noise, excitement, and chaos.
That was when I saw him.
I was walking along the corridor on the second floor. From there, I could see the stage placed at the center of the school, visible from almost every floor.
The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes.
Eyes are always the first thing I notice in a person—they say so much. He was dancing, guiding his squad through the steps. He was perfect in motion, his moves full of energy. I could feel his happiness, his confidence, and his bliss radiating from him.
And in that moment, something shifted inside me.
