Chapter 33: Tommorrow Never Comes
I feel inside me, when I listen to you speak, a deep longing for freedom arise. I feel like the tiger in the story awakening to its true nature. I sense my potential for expansion, for ecstasy, for love. Yet, at the same time I feel afraid and still hold back. Somewhere I need, or think I need, security and safety.
This fear and lack of courage to take the jump, to dive deep into life and let go totally is crippling me Osho, can you please comment?
Prem Vasumati, the heights are always both challenging and frightening. They create a longing in you to reach to the stars, but the gravitation of the earth creates all kinds of fears about safety, security. This is absolutely natural and human. It is not a problem to be solved but just to be understood.
When you are surrounded by fear, remember that in life there is only one thing certain, and that is death. Hence, those who understand drop the fear. Because what else could be more insecure than life? To be alive means that at any moment death is possible. Security is possible only in the grave, because nobody has ever heard that anybody dies in the grave. Everything is secure and safe.
Once Confucius was asked the same question by one of his disciples - of course, in a little different way, in different words: “Master, tell us something about the fear of insecurity.”
And Confucius told him, “Don’t be worried about that. Death will make everything secure. While alive, enjoy insecurity.”
Insecurity is synonymous with being alive. The more you are alive, the more insecure. The less you are alive, the less insecure. Do you want the safety and security of death? There, it is absolute.
A Sufi story: A great king was very much afraid of death. He had invaded many lands, created many enemies, and simultaneously he had created many nightmares that he would be assassinated, that he would be murdered, that he could not trust anybody. All around there were spies of the enemies who were trying to take their kingdoms back. Finally, it became too much to bear. He ordered that a beautiful house should be made, with a special instruction: there should not be any windows, nor any doors except the one from which he would come in and go out. Just to be secure, so nobody could assassinate him, nobody could murder him.as a protection.
And in front of that one door, he had seven lines of guards. He could not trust one line of guards because, who knows?.they might conspire and then he would be utterly helpless. He could not even get any help from outside. Just one guard could enter in and kill him.
Against the first line, a second line of guards to keep an eye on the first line. But where do you have to end? This is called in logic, “infinite regress.” Then a third line to watch over the second line. But one has to stop somewhere.
He thought seven lines were enough. It was impossible for all the guards to be together. He had managed those seven lines with people who were antagonistic to each other. For example, one line of guards was of Mohammedans, another was of Christians, another was of Hindus, and so on and so forth.