"Unless you accept everything that life brings to you with gratefulness,
You are missing the point. Childhood was beautiful; Youth has its own flowers;
Old age has its own peaks of consciousness. But the trouble is that childhood comes its own; for old age, you have to be very creative.
Old age is your own creation. It can be a misery, it can be a celebration; it can simply be despair and it can also be a dance. It all depends how deeply ready you are to accept existence, whatsoever it brings. One day it will bring death too – accept it with gratitude."
Thanks to B who forced and inspired to read Osho’s ‘The Book of Woman’. Today after almost an year I open this book.
(a compilation by Ma Deva Sarito, published by Penguine Books India,2002, ISBN 10987654)