रविवार, फ़रवरी 28, 2010
FrOm SuFfErInG to JoY..
Dostoevsky says, “in suffering look for happiness.” Life is a constant state of examination, they say. I used to think that nothing of value could be attained without sacrifice and hard work. After drinking message of love, i realized that this idea was quite masochistic and suicidal. I love Dostoevsky and all his works have been of immense value to me. But now I feel there is a depth of sadness in him, which he seems to stop — as if something of the opposite is missing. Though the man was a genius. If one has to decide on ten great novels in all the languages of the world, he will have to choose at least three novels of Dostoevsky in the ten. His insight into human beings and their problems is greater than your so-called psychoanalysts, and there are moments where he reaches the heights of great mystics.
“In suffering look for happiness.’” That statement will appeal to many people because many are suffering, and one can tolerate suffering only if one goes on looking for happiness; if not today then tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Suffering can be tolerated only through hope. Then one can suffer his whole life, just looking for happiness.
Being impressed by the statement is dangerous. One should not look for happiness; one should look for the causes of suffering, because that is the way to come out of suffering. And the moment you are out of suffering there is happiness.
Is happiness something that one has to wait for? One can wait for infinity and happiness will not come , unless the causes of suffering are destroyed. Will it therefore not be more appropriate to say, “In suffering look for the causes of suffering.? ” Don’t waste your time about happiness; it is none of your business. If one is suffering; He should look for what is causing it — jealousy, anger, inferiority complex — what is causing it?
And the miracle is: if you can go into your suffering as a witness, just through watching, it disappears. Suffering can exist only if its roots remain in the unconscious of your being. If you go deep down searching and looking for the roots, the moment one becomes conscious of the roots of suffering, suffering disappears. The disappearance of suffering is what one calls happiness. Happiness has not to be found somewhere else; it was always with you, but the cloud of suffering was covering it. Happiness is our nature.
“Life is bound to be a struggle and sacrifice.” That is the disease morality has been spreading all over the world. In fact, everything of authentic value is achieved by joy.
Hard work is needed to create things. Sacrifice is needed when you have something of value, truth, love, enlightenment. And when there is an attack by the mob on experience, one is ready to sacrifice, but not to compromise.
Sacrifice is not in finding the truth; sacrifice is when you have found it — then you will be in trouble. Sacrifice is not in finding love, but when you have found it you will be in trouble. Then either compromise or sacrifice. The cowards compromise. The people who have guts sacrifice — but sacrifice is not a means to attain anything.
I have always thought that Christianity became the greatest religion of the world because Jesus was on the cross. Just think, if he was with his girlfriend on the beach there would not have been any Christianity, although he would have enjoyed…. And why did it become the greatest religion? Almost half of humanity is Christian. Because he represents the deepest desire. You also want to be crucified, and in different ways you are crucifying yourself; in the name of duty, in the name of nations, in the name of the religion….
Jesus says, “Everybody has to carry his cross on his shoulders.” But why? this will look very awkward — wherever you go you will be carrying your cross. But nobody has objected to it. Nobody has said, “Why?” And if I say that everybody has to carry his guitar they all condemn me!
Dostoevsky lived very miserably and has always written that existence has no meaning, that it has no significance, that it is accidental, that there is nothing to find — no truth, no love, no joy. All his conclusions are wrong. But the man was tremendously capable, a great genius. Even if he writes things which are wrong, he writes with such art and such beauty that millions of people have been influenced by him.
The danger is: the words can be beautiful and the message can be poison, pure poison. His insights are deep — but they are always deep — to find more suffering in life, more misery in life. He is determined in all his works to prove that life is an exercise of utter futility. He influenced the contemporary philosophical movement of existentialism — he became a pioneer. And yet he was a psychopath. The point, however, is to have an insight as deep, as razor sharp as his, to cut through the veils of sadness.