How come everything is going so well?
The question is not a laughing matter. It touches something of tremendous value in human misery, in human anguish, in human reality. It creates laughter because it looks absurd to ask why things are going so well.
We have become accustomed to things never going so well. We are well acquainted with the misery, the pain, the darkness, the meaninglessness, the whole tragedy of human existence. It has gone to our very bones, blood and marrow; we accept it as if it is our nature.
If things are going wrong, it seems natural.
If things are not going wrong, then something must be wrong – how come things are going so well? We have forgotten the language of well-being, we have forgotten the taste of blissfulness.
We have forgotten our own nature. The natural thing is that things should go well; for their going well, no reason is needed.
You are healthy – you don’t go to the doctor to ask him, “What is the matter with me? I am healthy.” You go to the doctor when you are not healthy, when you are sick.
When people are young, they don’t ask, “What is the meaning of life?” Their youth, their overflowing energy, is enough meaning, is enough significance. They are still capable of love. They are still capable of a dance, a song, a celebration. Death has not overshadowed their lives yet.
The moment a person starts asking, “What is the meaning of life?” it means he has become old – it does not matter at what age. His question emphatically shows that he has lost touch with life, lost touch with love, lost touch with vitality, and wherever he looks it is all emptiness. The question has become significant to him. Why is he living? In fact, he has died; his life is posthumous.
The moment a person asks, “What is the meaning of life?” it is the question of a dead man – who still breathes, whose heart still beats, but it is all like a robot. All poetry, all rainbows have disappeared…no sunrises at all. It seems the night is eternal. It seems that he must have dreamt about the days when he had seen the light; they were not real.
Old age, when death is just standing close to you, creates the question, “What is the meaning of life?” But when you are alive, when death is far away beyond the horizon of your vision, who cares about the meaning of life? You live it, you have it, you sing it, you dance it. It is in every breath, it is in every beat of your heart.