Existence has not done anything to you. Whatever is happening in your life, you, only you, are responsible for it. If you had not been clinging, the wheel would have moved. You would have enjoyed without clinging, and you would have also enjoyed when it had gone.
It is just a little bit subtle. You are enjoying a very ecstatic moment, but however ecstatic it may be, even ecstasy is going to be tiring. You cannot be ecstatic twenty-four hours. You will be utterly exhausted. Even love has its limits.
I am reminded of a Sufi story. A king was in love with a very beautiful woman, but the woman was already in love with a servant of the king. And the servant was far more authentic an individual than the king. The king was a hypocrite, as usual. But it was very offensive to the king that he should be rejected and the servant, his own servant, should be the winner.
He asked his advisers, “What has to be done? – because I cannot easily take this defeat by my own servant.”
The advisers suggested some idea to him and he followed it.
The woman and the servant were caught hold of; naked, they were forced to embrace each other and they were tied in that position to a pillar in the palace. Few of the king’s court could believe it: “What are you doing? You wanted this woman and you yourself are giving her to your servant.”
But the king has understood the psychological idea of the advisers. To embrace your beloved in your privacy, in your aloneness, is one thing, and to be in her embrace tied to a pole in an open place where hundreds of people are moving is another.
Soon, it became disgusting. It was hot and they started perspiring. They were together for twenty-four hours, and the experience became so horrible that when they were let free after these twenty-four hours, they both escaped – away from the palace and away from each other. And they never met each other again. Everything was finished: the whole romance of meeting the beloved, of being embraced by her, had turned into a nightmare. Tied together to a pillar for twenty-four hours…it became an ugly experience.
And the king rewarded the adviser, and he said, “You really understand human mind.”
Something may be significant for a moment: you kiss someone, but if you continue to kiss the person for one hour, two hours, three hours, do you think the joy of kissing the person will be increasing as time increases? It will be decreasing. As the time increases the joy will be decreasing, and at a point it will turn into a terrible experience – you would like to get rid of the beloved somehow. And perhaps the horrible experience will leave such a deep impression on you that kissing that woman again, even for a single moment, will not bring joy to you but only the memory of the nightmare.