Life is a journey of exploration, discovery, and growth. It is a process of unfolding our potential, expressing our creativity, and sharing our love. Life is a gift that we receive and a gift that we give back. Life is a celebration of existence, a dance of joy, a song of gratitude.
Death is not the end of life, but the completion of a cycle. It is the return of the seed to the soil, the dissolution of the form to the essence, the reunion of the drop with the ocean. Death is not a loss, but a gain. It is the release of the burden, the liberation of the spirit, the expansion of the consciousness.
Life and death are not opposites, but complementary. They are two aspects of the same reality, two phases of the same transformation, two expressions of the same beauty. Life and death are not enemies, but friends. They are not in conflict, but in harmony. They are not separate, but one.
Osho, a mystic and a philosopher, illustrates this point with a poetic analogy of a flower. He says: "A beautiful life creates a beautiful death because death is nothing but the whole life condensed again in a seed. Now the petals are falling. Evening has come. The sun has set, the night will take over. The death has come, the petals are falling towards the earth. They don't hesitate. They don't know where they are going, they don't know whether there is any earth down there or not -maybe it is a bottomless abyss but they don't doubt, they don't hesitate. When you have lived your life, trust arise. It arises - it is an afterglow of a lived life."
What does Osho mean by this? He means that a beautiful life is a life that is lived fully, authentically, and joyfully. A life that is not wasted in fear, guilt, or regret. A life that is not limited by attachment, ego, or greed. A life that is not confined by convention, tradition, or authority. A life that is not defined by others, but by oneself. A life that is not a mere survival, but a creative expression. A life that is not a struggle, but a flow. A life that is not a problem, but a solution. A life that is not a burden, but a blessing.
A beautiful life creates a beautiful death, because when we live such a life, we are not afraid of death. We are not attached to our body, our possessions, our relationships, or our achievements. We are not identified with our personality, our thoughts, our emotions, or our beliefs. We are not concerned with our past, our present, or our future. We are not worried about what will happen to us, what others will think of us, or what we will miss out on. We are not anxious about the unknown, the uncertain, or the unpredictable. We are not resisting, denying, or escaping from death. We are accepting, embracing, and welcoming death.
When we live a beautiful life, we trust death. We trust that death is not a punishment, but a reward. We trust that death is not a failure, but a success. We trust that death is not a tragedy, but a comedy. We trust that death is not a curse, but a blessing. We trust that death is not a disaster, but a miracle. We trust that death is not a mistake, but a perfection. We trust that death is not a destruction, but a creation.
When we live a beautiful life, we see death as a friend, not a foe. We see death as a teacher, not a tyrant. We see death as a guide, not a guard. We see death as a lover, not a rival. We see death as a partner, not an opponent. We see death as a master, not a slave. We see death as a source, not a sink.
When we live a beautiful life, we experience death as a joy, not a sorrow. We experience death as a freedom, not a bondage. We experience death as a growth, not a decay. We experience death as a light, not a darkness. We experience death as a peace, not a conflict. We experience death as a love, not a hate. We experience death as a life, not a death.
Osho compares the death of a beautiful life to the falling of the petals of a flower. He says that the petals do not hesitate, they do not doubt, they do not fear. They simply fall, gracefully and effortlessly. They do not know where they are going, they do not know what awaits them, they do not know if there is any ground below them or not. They do not care, they do not worry, they do not mind. They simply trust, they simply surrender, they simply let go.
The petals fall because they have fulfilled their purpose. They have given their fragrance, their color, their beauty to the world. They have delighted the senses, they have touched the hearts, they have inspired the minds. They have served their function, they have played their role, they have done their duty. They have no regrets, they have no complaints, they have no demands. They have nothing to lose, they have nothing to gain, they have nothing to cling to. The petals fall because they are ready. They are ready to return to their source, to their essence, to their nature. They are ready to dissolve into the earth, to merge with the water, to mingle with the air, to blend with the fire. They are ready to become one with the whole, to lose their individuality, to transcend their duality. They are ready to be reborn, to be transformed, to be recreated. The petals fall because they are grateful. They are grateful for the life they have lived, for the sun that has nourished them, for the rain that has watered them, for the wind that has caressed them, for the soil that has supported them. They are grateful for the flower that has given them birth, for the stem that has connected them, for the leaves that have protected them, for the buds that have accompanied them. They are grateful for the bees that have visited them, for the birds that have sung to them, for the butterflies that have danced with them, for the humans that have admired them. They are grateful for everything, for everyone, for every moment. The petals fall because they are happy. They are happy to have lived, to have loved, to have laughed. They are happy to have seen, to have heard, to have smelled, to have tasted, to have touched. They are happy to have felt, to have thought, to have imagined, to have dreamed. They are happy to have been, to have become, to have been again. Osho says that when we have lived our life, trust arises. Trust arises because we have learned the lessons of life, we have understood the meaning of life, we have realized the truth of life. Trust arises because we have seen the beauty of life, we have felt the joy of life, we have known the love of life. Trust arises because we have experienced the mystery of life, we have witnessed the miracle of life, we have participated in the celebration of life. Trust arises because we have lived our life. And when we have lived our life, we are ready to die our death. And when we are ready to die our death, we are ready to live our life again. And when we are ready to live our life again, we are ready to die our death again. And so on, and so forth, endlessly, eternally, infinitely. This is the beauty of life and death. This is the beauty of the flower and the petal. This is the beauty of Osho's words. This is the beauty of our existence.
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