Life
is an unending celebration. Each moment in your life is precious, revel in it. The
uncertainty of life is the biggest reason for celebration, one is not sure if
the next breath is there or not, so if you get it, you have got a reason to rejoice.
So, each breath you take is precious, celebrate it.
Look
around you, you will find so many reasons to feel happy about. Kids going to
school, hand in hand, Old couple sitting in a park, your mom working in
Kitchen, birds flying in formation, clouds changing shapes from animal to human
to abstract. You might say I don’t have time for all this, I am too busy. Just think about it, Celebration is refueling,
it’s sharpening the emotional saw. It’s all about identifying and appreciating
the small things, small acts of kindness, love. The very fact that you are
capable to enjoy these moments is a reason to rejoice.
Most
people only celebrate special occasions, an achievement, a special day on the
calendar, a special event. Don’t wait for occasions to celebrate, take
celebrations to occasions. Appreciate each moment of life that the God has
given you.
Every
moment of life is a gift, one whose value is beyond our perception. Even the
greatest and deepest thinker in the world cannot comprehend its worth. Each
moment is an opportunity that allows you to access something more precious than
anything that you considered very precious.
Every
moment is unique, its entity with its own form and energy and distinct special
slot in time. Every moment is a different facet of a person’s life. Every moment
of a person’s life presents a new life experience.
As
you live the moment, you discover an additional side to your personality. This
experience is another facet or face of you. Moments are bricks of time, a
person is built moment by moment which adds a unique experience, and richness
to one’s being. This building process is life-long, when moment stops adding
up, building stops, and man dies.
The
collected pearls of moments need assimilation, which you can do when you are
alone being with yourself. When you
spend time with yourself, experience the beauty and tranquility of nature,
among trees and flowers, or a silent room and ponder over and reflect on your
experience, you absorb and assimilate. You tap into new energies, special
determination, and might end up discover a special talent which was lying
hidden so far.
Life
is a continuous series of moments; it’s really amazing to see that how
effortlessly one of these moments of life just melts into the moment of death. There
is no interval, there is no separation, just one leading to another.
Celebration
should not end even at this transition.
Osho
tells the story of three Chinese mystics known as ‘Laughing Saints’. They went
from village to village; standing in the centre and laughing and dancing. Soon
a crowd would gather and later, everyone would start laughing and dancing as
well. That would change the quality of the village.
Then,
in one village one of the three died. The villagers gathered to see how they
would laugh when they should weep. But the two alive ones were laughing and
dancing! The villagers were shocked.
The
mystics said, “You don’t know what has happened! All three of us were always
thinking of who was going to die first. This man has won; we are defeated. The
whole life we laughed with him. How can we give him the last send-off with
anything else? We have to laugh, we have to enjoy, and we have to celebrate.
This is the only farewell that is possible for the man who has laughed his
whole life. And if we don’t laugh, he will laugh at us and he will think, ‘You
fools! So you have fallen again into the trap?’ We don’t see that he is dead.
How can laughter die, how can life die?”
Then
the body was to be burned, and the village people said, “We will give him a
bath as the ritual prescribes.” But those two friends said, “No, our friend has
said, ‘Don’t perform any ritual and don’t change my clothes and don’t give me a
bath. You just put me as I am on the burning pyre.’ So we have to follow his
instructions.”
And
then, suddenly, there was a great happening. When the body was put on the fire,
that old man had played the last trick. He had hidden many fireworks under his
clothes, and suddenly there was Diwali! The whole village started laughing.
These two mad friends were dancing, and then the whole village started dancing.
It was not a death, it was a new life.


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