Love and Jealousy

Misunderstanding about love creates jealousy.  People do not know what love is, although they think they do. By “love” people mean a certain kind of monopoly, some possessiveness toward someone or something.  The moment I possess a living being I have killed that person.  Life cannot be possessed, like some thing that I hold in my fist.  If I want to have it, I have to keep my hand open. 

For centuries, it has been ingrained in us so much that we cannot separate love from jealously.  They have got mixed up and almost become one energy.  In fact, they are poles apart.  A mind that can be jealous can not be loving, and vice versa: a mind that is loving cannot be jealous. 

What causes the feeling of jealousy in love?

A Rich Man

A rich man spends his whole life gaining money because he does not know of the implications of his wants.  He never thought of what he would lose, including everything that could make him happy—and it just because he has always pushed all these things aside.  He has no time and the competition was tough.  In the end, he finds his heart stales and his life meaningless.  Tension has become his discipline and at the end of life, when he has all the money he ever wanted and he cannot relax.   He is a looser. He loses his relationships with his children, his wife, his friends; he destroys his health (mental, physical, emotional, physical), his sensibility, his sensitivity.  All because he has no time for things that do not produce dollars.  In the end, he wishes that he could buy all these back with the money he earned.  But he found out his money cannot buy what he wanted. 

Enjoyment is something that has to be nourished.  It is a certain discipline, a certain art—how to enjoy.  And it takes time to get in contact with the great things in life.  But the man who is running after money bypasses everything that is a door to the divine, and by the time he realizes what he has lost, he is at the end of the road and there is nothing ahead of him except death. He was miserable his whole life.  He tolerated miserable, ignored it in the hope that things were going to change, because tomorrow there is only death and nothing else.  (ha) 

The richest man, in a way, is the poorest man in the world.  To be rich and not to be poor is a great art.  To be poor and to be rich is the other side to the art.  There are poor people whom you will find immensely rich.   They don’t have anything, but they are rich.  Their richness is not in things but in their being, in their multi-dimensional experiences.  And there are rich people who have everything but are absolutely poor and hollow and empty.  Deep inside there is just a graveyard. 

OSHO