According to Osho, bliss is indefinable, like a mute tasting sweetness—known only by living it. It appears when ego evaporates; sorrow feeds the ego, bliss dissolves it. Bliss is your inborn nature, not begged or given by others. Celebration is the silent inner song of this bliss—an overflowing yes to existence—not a goal or belief, but the natural expression when the I disappears and only the vast remains.
When you stop clutching your me-centered sadness, the quiet happiness already inside you shines by itself, and life naturally celebrates for no reason.