Friedrich Nietzsche has said, “That day will be the most unfortunate day when man does not aspire to become higher, when man does not aspire to transcend himself. That day will be the most unfortunate when the arrow of man’s desire will not be moving higher than man, when there will be no target to reach, when man will be confined, closed in himself. That day will be the most unfortunate day.” It seems that the modern man is coming closer and closer to that unfortunate day. That doomsday is coming closer and closer every moment, and Sartre is going to be true if you allow him to be true.
If you allow him, and you remain a seed and don’t sprout; if you allow him, and you remain a tree and don’t flower; if you allow him, and you remain a flower and don’t release your fragrance – then, of course, life is hell, just absurd, not worth living. Then to be born is to be born in misery. Then death is a blessing and life is a curse. But it is not so; it depends on you whether your life will be meaningful or meaningless. It depends on you.
That is the whole point of religion – that meaning is not already given, it has to be created. That meaning is not already transferred to you; only the potentiality. Only the possibility, only the opportunity is there – you can flower into a meaningful existence, or you can wither away, useless. Great is the responsibility. If you don’t do it, nobody else can do it for you. You cannot rely on servants. Life is so valuable, you cannot rely on anybody else. You will have to take control of the whole situation, you will have to take the responsibility on your shoulders.
You become a man really the day you become responsible for your growth. You become a man really the day you decide that you have to create meaning in your life. You are given a blank page: you will have to sign it, and you will have to write your song on it. The song is not already there. You are there, the possibility is there – but the song has to be sung, the dance has to be danced. The dancer is there, but what is the meaning of a dancer if he has not danced yet? Even to call him a dancer is meaningless – because unless he dances, how can you call him a dancer? Unless a seed becomes a tree it is just a name, it is not a seed; unless a tree flowers it is just a name, it is not yet a tree; and unless a flower releases its fragrance, it is just a name, it is not yet a flower.
You create your being continuously. And if you don’t create, you will just be driftwood, accidental, moving here and there with no direction.
The Bauls start from the first step. They have a whole vision, a whole perception of all the possibilities of man, of all the rungs of the ladder. The first rung is libido, lust, sex energy. And sex energy has continuously puzzled man. If it remains just sex, it will become meaningless. Then you will be in a rut.