{"id":3184,"date":"2015-12-21T14:25:35","date_gmt":"2015-12-21T14:25:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=3184"},"modified":"2016-01-18T09:36:17","modified_gmt":"2016-01-18T09:36:17","slug":"bliss-spot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2015\/12\/bliss-spot\/","title":{"rendered":"Bliss Spot"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The moment of bliss is when time stops and it’s in that sweet perfect spot where all else doesn’t matter. The chatter becomes quiet and all is silent. The bliss spot.<\/p>\n

The bliss hits when I am on the dance floor. My favourite song goes on and I am lost in the music. I am swaying to the beat, the music has entered my soul, and I am the slave to the beats that controls my body. Time has stopped and my body is moving. I have no sense of awareness. The sensory overload had overtaken my nerve endings. I am lost, lost and lost once again. I am so alive, alive and alive again. My body is screaming to move every muscle and cell. It’s screaming to let free. I break into a frenzied dance.<\/p>\n

This is the bliss, the movement, the aliveness, the awareness. The moment of time where is lost, and lost and lost. I am screaming through my body movements. My soul is dying to break free through my skin. It calls out to the music as it explodes to the rhythm.<\/p>\n

Right now, when I am writing this, my brain is in an overdrive. I love dancing and writing about dancing. It’s a contradiction. One requires movements and the other requires mental processes. But maybe dancing and writing are the same and it’s an expression of my soul wanting to be heard and seen for who I am. My bliss is in writing and dancing. In movement and analysis. In these paradoxical conflict. I love this zone. This is where I am finally able to connect to my soul.<\/p>\n

My soul feels so alive now after dancing so much. I feel like writing pages after pages of never ending love stories. I want to write and dance endlessly as long I am in this body. My body serves to express my soul song. This is my dance. This is my writing. This is my bliss.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The moment of bliss is when time stops and it’s in that sweet perfect spot where all else doesn’t matter. The chatter becomes quiet and all is silent. The bliss spot. The bliss hits when I am on the dance floor. My favourite song goes on and I am lost in the music. I am […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9,437],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n