The first step towards buddhahood, towards the realization of your infinite potential, is to recognize that up to now you have been wasting your life, that up to now you have remained utterly unconscious.
Start becoming conscious; that is the only way to arrive. It is arduous, it is hard. To remain accidental is easy; it needs no intelligence, hence it is easy. Any idiot can do it – all the idiots are already doing it. It is easy to be accidental because you never feel responsible for anything that happens. You can always throw the responsibility onto something else: fate, God, society, economic structure, the state, the church, your mother, your father, your parents… You can go on throwing the responsibility onto somebody else; hence it is easy.
To be conscious means to take the whole responsibility on your own shoulders. To be responsible is the beginning of buddhahood.
When I use the word responsible I am not using it in the ordinary connotation of being dutiful. I am using it in its real, essential meaning: the capacity to respond – that’s my meaning. And the capacity to respond is possible only if you are conscious. If you are fast asleep, how can you respond? If you are asleep, the birds will go on singing but you will not hear, and the flowers will go on blooming and you will never be able to sense the beauty, the fragrance, the joy, that they are showering on existence.
To be responsible means to be alert, conscious. To be responsible means to be mindful. Act with as much awareness as you can find possible. Even small things – walking on the street, eating your food, taking your bath – should not be done mechanically. Do them with full awareness.
Slowly, slowly small acts become luminous, and by and by those luminous acts go on gathering inside you, and finally the explosion… The seed has exploded, the potential has become actual. You are no longer a seed but a lotus flower, a golden lotus flower, a one-thousand-petaled lotus flower. And that is the moment of great benediction; Buddha calls it nirvana. One has arrived. Now there is no more to achieve, nowhere to go. You can rest, you can relax – the journey is over. Tremendous joy arises in that moment, great ecstasy is born.
But one has to begin from the beginning.
After a three-day drinking bout, Tooley and Bragan registered at a hotel and asked for twin beds. However, in the darkness they both got into the same bed.
“Hey!” yelled Tooley. “I think a homo has crept in bed with me.”
“There’s a queer in my bed, too,” called Bragan.
“Let’s throw the fairies out,” called back the first.
A terrific wrestling match ensued and finally Tooley went sailing out of the bed. “How did you make out?” he called from the floor.
“I threw my guy out,” said the other Irishman. “How about you?”
“He threw me out.”
“Well, that makes us even. Get into bed with me.”