Life is its own purpose; it is not a means to some end, it is an end unto itself.
The bird on the wing, the rose in the wind, the sun rising in the morning,
the stars in the night, a man falling in love with a woman, a child playing on the street...there is no purpose. Life simply enjoying itself, delighting in itself. Energy overflowing, dancing, for no purpose at all.
-osho- RECENT ACTIVITY
No-Thought for the Day ®
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Loneliness is when you hanker for something, some occupation; when you hanker for the other and you miss the other, that is loneliness. And when you have started enjoying it, the beauty, the austere beauty of being alone, the silence, the stillness, the joy of just being, breathing in the sun, just sitting under a tree doing nothing, listening to the birds, just being utterly herenow,
and a great joy arises...aloneness.
