Yield (when your bliss feels like a curse)
Because of the fleeting nature of our memory our minds are uniquely conducive to effortless hyper-specialization. The more you think of something, the more you think of something.
It is, then, curiosity, fascination or obsession that enables one to experience a cognitive leap in conceptual understanding. If one lacks the means to satisfy the appetite of obsession with real-world experience he will resort to using imagination, the Sweet-n-Low of experience.
The centripetal momentum of what is, essentially, a positive feedback loop is the mechanism by which the emergence of novel thinking occurs. Novel thinking excites us, naturally. Satisfies our obsession, momentarily, just enough feeling of light to allow us to persist emotionally despite illusory outward resistance.
All that is in existence has emerged from chaos. What we perceive as order is unimaginably complex... chaos, still. Only now, mechanisms for ephemeral forms of order are within the reach of increasingly conscious forms to manipulate. Therefore it is the nature of the universe for one to become consumed with the flavor of thought he so choose.
To "follow thy bliss" is to be in alignment with the universe. Trust that your current obsession will lead you to place thy hand next to those who will together lift the vail of uncertainty and fear to reveal truth and solace.
Do artists really toil away in obscurity? Is the gift of a provocative vision really a gift AND a curse? Are those who see "differently" fated to a solitary existence?
No.
As strong-willed as humans can be, we cannot voluntarily sustain a state of suffering. So it is the power of the network that all nodes have one beautifully simple rule of operation from which all novelty emerges... yield. Yield to that which will not let you "conform and live blissfully ignorant". Do not try to find your mother's embrace in a stranger, know it's significance in your mind exists for the purpose of compassion not imitation. All institutions are a juxtaposition to your pursuit of happiness when you rely to heavily on them. Do not let the scorn of women or organization send you on a journey which destination is redemption, but instead yield... you don't belong, yield.
Then proceed until the short bursts of light become long slow paces and you become the beam of light your son will follow.