There is nobody who is at any given point too far away from crying, there is nobody who is too far away from breaking down. Oh! We have trained our tears to not to be disobedient, so they don’t make unrequited appearances.
We are social beings you see. We very well know the right place where to discharge any of the bodily fluids, including tears! One should not discharge in the open, even from the eyes. We are cultivated people, you know!
But look at your face. Look at the face of your neighbor, look at the face of your child, or husband, or wife. And if you have not trained yourself to be totally insensitive, you will know what the entire misery of this world is about. And that’s not something to feel bad about, that only shows that we are not totally dead yet. That only shows That which is calling us, has not yet given up upon us.
If That which calls us would give up upon us, you would not feel what you feel, you would become accustomed to suffering.
The very fact that we dislike suffering, that we suffer in suffering, is proof that something beyond suffering is constantly calling us.
That is proof that suffering is not our nature.
And that is proof that one need not get adjusted to living a lukewarm life.
Nothing less than the Total, the Final, the Ultimate beckons us, so there is no need to compromise. And if you compromise, that would be such a pathetic compromise, because it would give you nothing. You were distraught before the compromise, and you would remain distraught after the compromise. What’s the point of this compromise?
So, don’t compromise, and keep moving. And when I say, “Keep moving,” I mean keep in touch with your loneliness.
Those who suppress their loneliness become victim of suppression, those who keep in touch with their loneliness come up with great creativity.
Beautiful songs have risen out of human melancholy. People talk of songs written in Joy, I say that all songs that have any truth in them, have actually risen from the honest depth of man’s suffering.
One who has never suffered, can never write a song.
One who has never wept, can never sing a song.