Life is a search, a constant search, a desperate search, a hopeless search…. a search for something one knows not what. There is a deep urge to seek but one knows not what one is seeking.
And there is a state of mind in which whatsoever you get is not going to give you any satisfaction. Frustration seems to be the destiny of humanity, Frustration sees to be the destiny of humanity, because what so ever you get becomes meaningless the very moment you have got it. You start searching again.

The search continues whether you get anything or not. It seems irrelevant what you have got, what you have not got – the search continues anyway. The poor are searching, the rich are searching, till the ill are searching the ell are searching, the powerful are searching the powerless are searching, the stupid are searching the wise are searching – and nobody knows exactly what.

This very search – what this search is and why it is there – has to be understood, It seems that there is a gap in the human being, in the human mind; in the very structure of the human consciousness there seems to be a hole, a black hole, you go on throwing things into it, and they go on disappearing. Nothing seems to make it full, nothing seems to help towards fulfillment. It is a very feverish search. You seek it in this world, you seek it in the other world; sometimes you seek it in money, in power, in prestige and sometime you seek it as God, bliss, love ,meditation prayer – but the search continues. It seems that is ill with search.

The search does not allow you to be here and now because the search always leads you somewhere else. The search is a project, the search is a desire; that somewhere else is what is needed, that it exists, but it exists some where else, not here where you are. It certainly exists, but not in this moment of time, not now – and somewhere else. It exists ‘then-there’, never here-now. It goes on nagging you; it goes non pulling you, pushing you, it goes non throwing you into more and more madness; it drives you crazy and it is never fulfilled.