And I would like to declare it to you right now: now is the only golden time. Buddhas happen now, because there is no other time, and buddhas happen here. And the here contains all, the whole space, and the now contains the whole time. But they happen only when somebody takes the decision to go beyond all boundaries, when somebody risks going out of the herd and the herd psychology, when one decides not be a part of the mob.
That’s what you are, when you are a Hindu you are part of a mob, when you are a Jaina you are part of a mob, you are a Christian you are part of a mob. When you drop out of the mob and you become free and you start to live life the way you want to live it; when you accept yourself totally, when there is no self-condemnation, when you don’t compare yourself with anybody or with any ideal and you don’t put yourself down again and again, when you start living your life joyously the way existence wants you to live….
Existence has not given you birth to live somebody else’s life. If it had wanted a Krishna, it would have created a Krishna, if it had wanted a Christ, it would have created a Christ. Why Chinmaya? Now it wants a Chinmaya.
The Hassid mystic, Zusia, was dying and he started praying, and he was trembling, and tears were flowing from his eyes.
Somebody asked, “What is the matter? Why are you trembling?”
He said, “I am trembling for a certain reason. This is my last moment, I am dying. Soon I will be facing my God, and I am certain he is not going to ask me, ‘Zusia, why were you not a Moses?’ If he asks I will say, ‘Lord, because you didn’t give me the qualities of a Moses,’ there will be no problem. He will not ask me, ‘Why were you not the Rabbi Akiba?’ I will tell him, ‘Sir, you never gave me the qualities of being an Akiba, that’s why.’ But I am trembling because if he asks, ‘Zusia, why were you not a Zusia?’ then I will have nothing to answer, then I will have to look down in shame. That’s why I am trembling and these tears are flowing. My whole life I tried to become Moses or Akiba or somebody else, and I completely forgot that he wanted me to be just Zusia and nobody else. Now I am trembling, now I am afraid. If he asks this question, what am I going to answer? How will I be able to raise my eyes when he asks, ‘Why were you not Zusia? You were given all the qualities of being a Zusia, how did you miss?’ And I have missed in imitating others.”