You enjoyed it to the very fullest, to the very brink. You can leave life any moment, and you know nothing is left. And then there is no death, no worry, no clinging. It is beyond time you touch the very soul of life. I tell you, a single moment of lived experience is an eternity unto itself. One thousand or one million years of an unlived life is not worth a single moment. A single moment of really being alive is enough, and one thousand years of an unreal life is not enough. If death comes right now, you will be ready: you have lived, you have enjoyed, you have celebrated. There is no need for death to come after a hundred years and see you trembling and weeping and crying. When you live, you have known life you are satisfied, satiated. If you start living in the present, you will not think of the future and you will not cling to life. Once lost it cannot be recovered, you cannot reclaim it. Forget the past, forget the future this is the only moment, this is the only existential moment – live it. Postponing life is the only sin I can call sin. Yayati said, “How can one live in the here and now? I always postpone: tomorrow and tomorrow. You have lived one thousand years and you again say you have not been able to live.” Yayati was trembling and weeping and crying. One thousand years passed, and death came. Yayati lived one thousand years more.Ī beautiful story, but the same happened again. Death came again and again, and she would take one of the sons. You are here again, and I have not lived.”Īnd this continued. I was again increasing wealth, expanding the kingdom, and the hundred years has gone as if in a dream. Again death knocked and again Yayati started crying and weeping. The son died and the father lived a hundred years more. If you cannot live in a hundred years, then the whole thing is pointless.”
The boy said, “Life is finished! My father at the age of a hundred feels still he has not been able to live, so what is the point? Even if I live a hundred years, it is going to be the same. At the age of a hundred he is not ready to die, and you are just seventeen. Death whispered in the ear of the boy, “What are you doing? You fool! Look at your father. Death knew he was innocent, not versed in the ways of the world, did not know what he was doing.
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