Miracles abound when you have courage. They happen every moment because each moment, the courageous man goes on dropping the known. That’s what real courage is. Whatsoever is known has to be dropped. You have lived it, you have experienced it; there is no need to cling to it. Clinging to it will prevent the new from happening. The new needs space: where can it happen if the old is occupying the space?
The courageous man goes on dropping the past, the old, the known, and is always ready to go into the unknown. It needs guts because one never knows what is going to happen in the next moment. It is unpredictable. The familiar is predictable. Even if it is miserable you are familiar with it and you have become accustomed to it.
Bliss is only for the courageous. Bliss is really the constant dropping of the past. Bliss is dying to the past, being born anew each moment.
