"This metaphysical sleep has to be broken, this metaphysical sleep has to be completely dropped. One has to become a flame of awareness.
"Only then does life start being meaningful, only then does life gain a significance, only then is life not the so-called 'day-to-day,' ordinary, dull routine. Life has poetry in it and a thousand and one lotuses flower in the heart ( then there is God.
"God is not a theory, it is not an argument. It is an experience of significance in life. And the significance can only be felt when you are not asleep. How can you feel the significance of life in sleep? Life is significant, immensely significant. Each moment of it is precious. But you are asleep. Only awakened eyes can see this significance, live this significance.
"Just the other day there was a question. Somebody asked, 'Osho, you go on telling us to celebrate life. What is there to celebrate?' I can understand. His question is relevant. There seems to be nothing to celebrate. What is there to celebrate? His question is your question, is everybody's question.
"But reality is just the contrary. There is everything to celebrate. Each moment is so immense, is so fantastic, each moment brings such an ecstasy, but you are asleep. The ecstasy comes, hovers around you and goes. The breeze comes, dances around you and goes, and you remain asleep. The flowers bloom and the fragrance comes to you, but you are asleep. God goes on singing in a thousand and one ways, God dances around you, but you are asleep.
"You ask me, 'What is there to celebrate?' What isn't there to celebrate? There is everything that one can imagine. There is everything that one can desire. And it is more than you can imagine. It is in abundance. Life is a luxury!
"Just think of a blind man. He has never seen a roseflower bloom. What has he missed? Do you know? Can't you feel any compassion for him? That he has missed something, something divine? He has not seen a rainbow. He has not seen the sunrise or the sunset. He has not seen the green foliage of the trees. He has not seen color. How dull his consciousness is! And you have eyes and you say, 'What is there to celebrate?' There is the rainbow, there is the sunset, there are the green trees – such a colorful existence."