The past is a barrier. Unless one is courageous enough to die to the past, one cannot be rewarded by true life. And this death has to happen each moment because each moment we are creating the past. It is not that once you have died to the past, the whole thing is finished. After twenty-four hours, again twenty-four hours of the past will be with you. You have to die each moment – why accumulate it?
Be finished with each moment, so you are always fresh and new and in tune with existence. You are never lagging behind. And when one is not lagging behind there is great celebration. You are in a dance with existence, utterly attuned, a kind of at – onement. And that makes life a festival, a love, a laughter, a song, a celebration.
