When your feelings are not reciprocated, you turn to hate, isn’t it, asks Osho
They all say that love is eternal, love is permanent; that real love never dies. Absolutely wrong. The real love dies sooner than the unreal love. Unreal love can live long; it is unreal, how can it die? It is a plastic flower. If you are pretending, you can go on pretending as long as you want.
Love And Hate
But if something happens to you, and then one day it disappears, evaporates — what can you do? You may have tears in your eyes but what can you do? It is no longer there. Nothing can be done about it. You had not brought it into being; you cannot keep hold of it forever. You cannot prevent it. It is something beyond you... just passes you like a wind, perhaps not even aware of you. You just came in the way, and the wind passed by, touching you, playing with your hair, playing with your body — and went on.
The idiot goes on turning his love into hate because again and again it fails, and again and again he hopes that it is going to be permanent. Your whole love energy becomes hate. This is the experience of the people who have followed love according to the poets.
Looking For Permanency
The true love is very momentary — but what a moment!...such that one can lose the whole of eternity for it, can risk the whole of eternity for it. Who wants that moment to be permanent? And why should permanency be valued so much?...because life is change, flow; only death is permanent. Only in death the watch stops and remains where it has stopped. Then it does not move. But in life it goes on moving, and moving into new paths every day.
Many Ways To Love
And why be confined to one love? Why force yourself to be confined to one love? — because nature does not intend it so. Nature intends you to know love in as many ways as possible…. Each love is unique. There is no competition. There is no quarrel. And the more you love, the more enriched your being is....
So I am for all the trouble, the anguish, the anxiety, the despair. Only one thing I want to add: be intelligent. These troubles are not because love has gone, these are because you are idiotic. So if you have to leave something, leave your idiocy. But people leave loving, and cling to their idiotic mind.
Be intelligent, and then love will give you all the colours of the rainbow, and you will be fulfilled by many people, in many ways…. One person may touch one part of your heart, but other parts will remain without growth. If you cling, then one part becomes a monster and all other parts shrink.
Rich Experience
If I’m allowed to give my advice to the world, my advice will be: Help people to experience as much love as possible. Let them go into the turmoil, into the cyclone, and let them find, in the cyclone, their rootedness.
Don’t try to hide them in the house, don’t close the windows and the doors. Of course they will be more comfortable in the house, but dead. Then the best comfort is in the grave — no worry, no problem, nobody can harm you any more; even death is impotent now.
What more security, what more comfort, what more luxury can you expect? A marble grave and your name written in golden letters on it. But you are dead.
No, this is not the way to live and to experience life and to experience what I call godliness.
They all say that love is eternal, love is permanent; that real love never dies. Absolutely wrong. The real love dies sooner than the unreal love. Unreal love can live long; it is unreal, how can it die? It is a plastic flower. If you are pretending, you can go on pretending as long as you want.
Love And Hate
But if something happens to you, and then one day it disappears, evaporates — what can you do? You may have tears in your eyes but what can you do? It is no longer there. Nothing can be done about it. You had not brought it into being; you cannot keep hold of it forever. You cannot prevent it. It is something beyond you... just passes you like a wind, perhaps not even aware of you. You just came in the way, and the wind passed by, touching you, playing with your hair, playing with your body — and went on.
The idiot goes on turning his love into hate because again and again it fails, and again and again he hopes that it is going to be permanent. Your whole love energy becomes hate. This is the experience of the people who have followed love according to the poets.
Looking For Permanency
The true love is very momentary — but what a moment!...such that one can lose the whole of eternity for it, can risk the whole of eternity for it. Who wants that moment to be permanent? And why should permanency be valued so much?...because life is change, flow; only death is permanent. Only in death the watch stops and remains where it has stopped. Then it does not move. But in life it goes on moving, and moving into new paths every day.
Many Ways To Love
And why be confined to one love? Why force yourself to be confined to one love? — because nature does not intend it so. Nature intends you to know love in as many ways as possible…. Each love is unique. There is no competition. There is no quarrel. And the more you love, the more enriched your being is....
So I am for all the trouble, the anguish, the anxiety, the despair. Only one thing I want to add: be intelligent. These troubles are not because love has gone, these are because you are idiotic. So if you have to leave something, leave your idiocy. But people leave loving, and cling to their idiotic mind.
Be intelligent, and then love will give you all the colours of the rainbow, and you will be fulfilled by many people, in many ways…. One person may touch one part of your heart, but other parts will remain without growth. If you cling, then one part becomes a monster and all other parts shrink.
Rich Experience
If I’m allowed to give my advice to the world, my advice will be: Help people to experience as much love as possible. Let them go into the turmoil, into the cyclone, and let them find, in the cyclone, their rootedness.
Don’t try to hide them in the house, don’t close the windows and the doors. Of course they will be more comfortable in the house, but dead. Then the best comfort is in the grave — no worry, no problem, nobody can harm you any more; even death is impotent now.
What more security, what more comfort, what more luxury can you expect? A marble grave and your name written in golden letters on it. But you are dead.
No, this is not the way to live and to experience life and to experience what I call godliness.
