Chapter 32: Life Consists of Small Things
The question is of your own inner feelings; it has nothing to do with the outside world. Why depend on others? All these things depend on others - you yourself are becoming dependent.
I will not accept any Nobel prize. All this condemnation from all the nations around the world, from all the religions, is more valuable to me. Accepting the Nobel prize means I am becoming dependent - now I will not be proud of myself, but proud of the Nobel prize. Right now I can only be proud of myself; there is nothing else I can be proud of.
This way you become an individual. And to be an individual living in total freedom, on your own feet, drinking from your own sources, is what makes a man really centered, rooted. That is the beginning of his ultimate flowering.
These so-called recognized people, honored people, are full of rubbish and nothing else. But they are full of the rubbish which the society wants them to be filled with - and the society compensates them by giving them rewards.
Any man who has any sense of his own individuality lives by his own love, by his own work, without caring at all what others think of it. The more valuable your work is, the less is the possibility of getting any respectability for it. And if your work is the work of a genius then you are not going to see any respect in your life. You will be condemned in your life.then, after two or three centuries, statues of you will be made, your books will be respected - because it takes almost two or three centuries for humanity to pick up that much intelligence that a genius has today. The gap is vast.
Being respected by idiots you have to behave according to their manners, their expectations. To be respected by this sick humanity you have to be more sick than they are. Then they will respect you. But what will you gain? You will lose your soul and you will gain nothing.
Would you talk to us about the difference between love and trust? It seems to me that trust is of greater significance in our relationship to you than love. When I say, “Osho I love you,” I’m speaking of a feeling that is colored and defined by other love relationships, a feeling that is limited by my state of unenlightenment. I speak as if I have some comprehension of what my love towards you implies.
When I say, “Osho I trust you,” I am saying, “Do with me whatever needs to be done. Lead me into unimagined and unimaginable places: I am yours.”
Trust seems to embrace the understanding that it is available even to things beyond its comprehension. Love, unenlightened love, also seems outgoing, somewhat aggressive; the “I” very conscious of itself as an entity. While trust - even in its unenlightened form - seems to have a quality of utter let-go in it. The “I” is only attached to it for linguistics, because the trusting person acknowledges that he himself may disappear.