Worth is not significant.

Whether you are worthy or not is not a question for love.

As you are, you can become a love object, but from your childhood you have been wrongly conditioned.

Every child is wrongly conditioned because parents go on using this need of the child – the need to be loved, the need to be hugged, the need to be cuddled.

They use it as a technique to educate him. They exploit this need. They are in trouble as to what else they can do and how to educate the child, so they make a bargain with him.

They say, ’If you do things we like you to do, then we will love you. You have to deserve it. If you are good in the school, if you are good in the house, if you are good with the neighbours, with the guests, with your mother, with your father, then you will receive love.

If you are not good, if you are not worthy, then you will starve. We will not love you; we will withdraw ourselves.’

And the need of the child is so much. It is just like food. He cannot survive without food, and he cannot survive without love.

In fact the need for love is even deeper than food, because without food, only his body will wither away; without love, his very soul.

So the child has to compromise.

He cannot say, ’Just love me as I am.’ He cannot demand that – and even if he
demands, nobody is going to supply it.

So by and by he has to force himself to do things which he never wanted to do, which he does not like to do.

But there is a bait – that he can get love; mother’s love, father’s love, brother’s love.

They will approve of him, they will make him worthy. So he works hard in the school, he tries to be dutiful. He tries to fetch a little more love from you, and then he learns something which is very dangerous.

He learns that unless you are worthy, you will never be loved.

Now this is absurd.

OshO 
The Passion for the Impossible

Life consists of very small things.

One man was asking me – I was in Calcutta, and he was one of the richest men of India, Sahu Shanti Prasad; he had the greatest palace in Calcutta.

We were walking in his big garden... because he has, in the middle of Calcutta, at least a hundred acre green garden. The palace once used to belong to the viceroy of India, when Calcutta was the capital.

When the capital shifted to New Delhi,the palace was sold. Now the president of India lives in the same kind of palace in New Delhi, with
a one hundred acre garden.

So we both were walking and he asked me, ”I always wanted to ask you what happens after death.”

I said, ”Are you alive or not?”
He said, ”What kind of question is this? I am alive.”
I said, ”You are alive. Do you know what life is?”
He said, ”That I cannot answer. Honestly, I don’t know.”
I said, ”When you are alive, even then you don’t know what life is. How can you know death when you are not dead yet? So wait.

While you are alive, try to know life; and soon you will be dead, then in your grave contemplate about death. Nobody will be bothering you.

But why are you concerned what happens after death? Why are you not concerned what happens before death?

That should be the real concern. When death comes we will face it, we will see it, we will see what it is. I am not dead so how can I say?

You will have to ask somebody who is dead what happens. I am alive. I can tell you what life is, and I can tell you how to know what life is.”

”But,” he said, ”all the religious teachers I go to listen to talk about death; nobody talks about life.”
They are not interested in life, in fact; they want you all not to be interested in life.

Their business depends on your interest in death. And about death, the most beautiful thing is that you can create any kind of fiction and nobody can argue against it.

Neither you can prove it, nor can anybody disprove it. And if you are a believer, then of course all your scriptures are in support of the priest,
the monk, the rabbi, and he can quote those scriptures.

I would like you to remember: Live, and try to know what life is.
Don’t be bothered about death,
heaven and hell, and this goddammed God.

You simply remain with the life that is dancing in you, breathing in you, alive in you. You have to come closer to yourself to know it.

Perhaps you are standing too far away from yourself. Your concerns have taken you far away. You have to come back home.

So remember that while you are alive it is so precious – don’t miss a single moment.

Squeeze the whole juice of it, and that juice will give you the taste of the existential, and that will be a revelation of all that is hidden from you and will remain hidden from you.

Respect life, revere life.

There is nothing more holy than life, nothing more divine than life.

And life does not consist of big things.

Those religious fools have been telling you, ”Do big things,” and life consists of small things. The strategy is clear. They tell you, ”Do big things, something great,something that your name will be remembered for afterwards.

Do something great.” And of course
it appeals to the ego. The ego is the agent of the priest.

All the churches and all the synagogues and all the temples have only one agent, and that is the ego. They don’t use different agencies.
There are not other agencies.

There is only one agency, and that is the ego – do something great,something big.
I want to tell you, there is nothing big, nothing great. Life consists of very small things.

So if you become interested in so-called big things, you will be missing life.

OshO 
CHAPTER 29. I TEACH YOU REVERENCE FOR LIFE
From Unconciousness to Consciousness

Living dangerously

Living dangerously means whenever there are alternatives, beware: don’t choose the convenient, the comfortable, the respectable, the socially acceptable, the honorable.

Choose something that rings a bell in your heart. Choose something that you would like to do in spite of any consequences.

The coward thinks of consequences:

”If I do this, what will happen?
What will be the result?”
He is more concerned about the result.

The real man never thinks of the consequences. He thinks only of the act, in this
moment. He feels,

”This is what is appealing to me, and I am going to do it.” Then whatever happens is welcome.

He will never regret. A real man never regrets, never repents, because he has never done anything against
himself.

The coward dies thousands of times before death, and continuously regrets, repents: it would have been better if he had done that, married that man, that woman, chosen that profession,Gone to that college....

Thousands of alternatives are always there, and you cannot do them all.

The society teaches you, ”Choose the convenient, the comfortable; choose the well-trodden path

where your forefathers and their forefathers and their forefathers, since Adam and Eve, have been walking.

Choose the well-trodden path.

That is a proof: so many millions of people have passed on it, you cannot go wrong.

But remember one thing, the crowd has never had the experience of truth.

Truth has only happened to individuals.

OshO 
From Unconciousness to Consciousness page 364

Khajuraho Sex

" These temples in Khajuraho have, on the outer side, beautiful women, beautiful men, and all in love postures. Inside there are no love postures. Inside you will find the temple empty, not even a statue of God. The idea is that unless you pass through your sexuality with full awareness, in all its phases, in all its dimensions -- unless you come to a point when sex has no meaning for you... only then you enter the temple. Otherwise you are outside the temple, your interest is there.So that was a symbol that if you are still interested in sex, then the temple is not for you. But the message is not against sex; it is the outer wall of the temple, the temple is made of it, and you have to pass through the door and go beyond. And the beyond is nothing but utter emptiness "
 ~ Osho 
[Book: From Unconciousness to Consciousness,Ch19, Pg 305]

Fictitious !

I used to travel in India for twenty years continuously. And I enjoy all kinds of things.

One day, I got on the train in Bombay and many people had come to see me off.

As I entered my air-conditioned coupe, there was another man inside also. He was watching all the people outside from the window.
He certainly thought that I was a very important person – so many rich people touching my feet.

And as I entered inside the coupe he fell flat on the floor and touched my feet.
I said, ”What are you doing? I am a Mohammedan.” And he was a high-cast brahmin.

He said, ”My God! No, it cannot be true, you must be joking.”
I said, ”I never joke.”
He became very much fidgety.

I sat there. After two minutes he again said, ”No, you are just joking.”
I said, ”I am not joking, I am a Mohammedan.”
He said, ”My God, in this cold night I will have to take a bath.”
I said, ”You go and take a bath.”

So he went and took a cold bath and came back shivering, and I started laughing. He said, ”Why are you laughing?”

I said, ”I was just joking.” And he fell again to my feet.
He said, ”I knew from the very beginning.”
I said, ”No, not that time. This time I am joking. I am a Mohammedan.”
He said, ”You will drive me crazy!

Now I have to take another shower.”
I said, ”It is up to you, I don’t say anything. You are doing all these things on your own.”
He said, ”That’s true.” He took another bath and came in.

I closed my eyes and did not say anything to him. But he could not sit restfully.

He again asked, ”Tell me the truth. Were you joking?”
I said, ”If I tell you the truth, you will have to take another bath. So it is better I keep my eyes closed.”

But he could not... because it is such a sin for a high-cast brahmin in India to touch the feet of a Mohammedan.

He said, ”But if you are a
Mohammedan, then why did all those people – none of them was a Mohammedan – come to see you off?”
I said, ”I am a Mohammedan mystic.
I tell people which horses are going to win in the race.”
He simply jumped up again and touched my feet.

He said, ”Forget about
Mohammedanism or Brahmanism, just give me a number. I am in a financial difficulty.”

I said, ”You don’t understand at all. You again will have to go to the shower. It is not easy for me to give the number of the horse that is going to come first in the coming race, and I cannot give it to somebody who distrusts me.”

He said, ”No, I will trust you. If you say, I will not take a shower again.”
I said, ”Promise?”
He said, ”I promise.”

I gave him a certain number – just any number. He said, ”But what is the guarantee?”
I said, ”When the race happens, then you will know the guarantee.

Right now, it is just a fictitious
number. That is my business – I cheat people.”
He said, ”What? So this horse is not going to win?”

I said, ”In my whole life, I have not been in any contact with horses. I don’t understand their language,
they don’t understand my language.

But if people want to be exploited, I go on giving numbers. And before the horse race I move to another place.”

He said, ”My God, so this is useless?” He threw it out of the window. ”I will have to take another bath.”I said, ”You promised.

As a high-cast brahmin, breaking a promise is a sin.”
He said, ”You will kill me! And we have to travel for twenty-four hours together.”

People have been cheated by the priests, by the politicians, by the pedagogues for centuries.

They were giving them fictitious numbers; those horse races don’t happen.

OshO 
CHAPTER 29. NOBODY IS MISSING ANYTHING
Hari Om Tat Sat

ABOUT TOMORROW

IS IT EASY NOT TO HAVE FUTURE PLANS? I MEAN, EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD WORRIES ABOUT TOMORROW. YOU DON’T, BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING TAKEN CARE OF.

I was not worrying even when I was not being taken care of. It has not been always so.

I left my family when I was seventeen because I was not ready to go to a science college as my family
wanted.

They were not willing to support me financially to study philosophy. And they were right,because what are going to do when you become a philosopher? – you can only be a beggar.

In this world philosophy has no value.

So I told them, ”You don’t worry; you just leave me alone – I don’t think of tomorrow.”

And since that day I have never thought about tomorrow.

OshO 
CHAPTER 3. THE WELL IS GOING TO THE THIRSTY
Socrates Poisoned Again After 25 Centuries

HOW SHOULD LIFE BE LIVED?

Life is to be lived as if it were a mirror.

Welcome everybody and every thing, but hold on to nothing.

That life is pure in which the mind does not cling to influences and impressions.

Let bygones be bygones; and worry not for what is yet to come. This is the path of ’sadhna’, wherein the individual associates himself with the present, and his what is yet to come.

This is the path of ’sadhna’, wherein roots are anchored firmly in his true being.

The past and the future are the domains of the mind; he who is engrossed in, or engulfed by the past and the future, can not know life.

Life is, after all, Here and Now; not There and Then.

He who seeks life not in ’Here and Now’ is wasting time.

OshO 
CHAPTER 13. BETWEEN DEATH AND REBIRTH
The Great Challenge