Misery is nothing but the shadow of attachment. And hence all stagnancy. The attached person becomes a stagnant pool -- sooner or later he will stink. He flows no more.
All duality is a mind creation, all duality is created by the clinging and attached mind. When there is no attachment there is no duality.
All of our miseries are nothing but attachment. Our whole ignorance and darkness is a strange combination of a thousand and one attachments. And we are attached to things which will be taken away by the time of death, or even perhaps before. You may be very much attached to money but you can go bankrupt tomorrow. You may be very much attached to your power and position, your presidency, your prime ministership, but they are like soap bubbles. Today they are here, tomorrow not even a trace will be left.
If you try too much to change the outside, that shows that you are still attached. If a man tries to be detached, it shows attachment. Why bother about detachment if you are not attached? If a man escapes from women, it shows that sex is still the obsession. Otherwise, why escape from women if you are not obsessed?
A person who lives moment to moment, who goes on dying to the past, is never attached to anything. Attachment comes from the accumulated past. If you can be unattached to the past every moment, then you are always fresh, young, just born. You pulsate with life and that pulsation gives you immortality. You are immortal, only unaware of the fact.
This is the whole secret of non-attachment: live in the world, but don't be of the world. Love people, but don't create attachments. Reflect people, reflect the beauties of the world -- and there are so many. But don't cling. The clinging mind loses its mirrorhood. And mirrorhood is Buddhahood. To keep that quality of mirroring continuously fresh is to remain young, is to remain pure, is to remain innocent. Know, but don't create knowledge. Love, but don't create desire. Live, live beautifully, live utterly, abandon yourself in the moment. But don't look back. This is the art of non-attachment.
Don't be attached to the things of the world, and don't be attached to the things of the other world, because things are things. It makes no difference whether they are of this world or the other world -- attachment is the problem.
My approach is neither of attachment nor of detachment, but of simple understanding.
To be unattached is not to renounce the world. If you renounce the world you are attached to the world; otherwise why should you renounce it? What is the point in renouncing it if you are not attached to it? Only attachment renounces. If you are really non-attached there is no question of any renunciation.
Just seeing the fact that this is an attachment, that attachment is a bondage -- a beautiful word for bondage -- that attachment is not love... just seeing the ugliness of attachment -- it drops; then arises love. The same energy that was becoming attachment, released from attachment becomes a totally different energy; it becomes love.
Do you ever wonder how attachment happens?
How you thought you’d never give him the time of day, but suddenly you find that he’s all you crave at night…
How, for that one lingering moment, he just happens to catch your eye and in every man after, you’re forever searching for that look, that smile, that vibe…
How, one conversation, one person, one night, turns into a friendship or even more that seems like it’s been built up over years…
How one insignificant remembered detail, one genuine sign of fascination, one kind gesture, one playfully donned nickname, one everlastingly hilarious inside joke becomes an unbreakable bond between two individuals…
It’s why I dread really trying to get to know people. Because attachment is always inevitable for me. It’s hard to let go of people when you feel like you’ve made some sort of invisible, unspoken, permanent connection, whether or not they acknowledge or realize it. Even if it was only formed within a couple days or a couple hours - it’s painful when they decide the relationship isn’t worth it anymore.
Honestly, it feels as though my heart is being torn out of my chest and ripped apart, no matter if any romantic feelings are present or not. I hate how my brain and my emotions work sometimes.
- osho
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