Remember who you are. Once the consciousness is out of you, you are nobody. They will not even keep your ashes. Dogs will dig at your bones if any remain. So, remember who you are. Had you just been the body, why would have they buried you in the ground, burned away the body? Who are you then? Let the funeral ground clearly tell you who you are. Read more....
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Acharya Prashant: Had you really been a lover of pleasure, why would you make peace with these trivial things that you call as pleasurable? Some psychedelics, some drugs, some excitement, some women, some booze that is what your pleasure is? Right? High-speed driving, somehow managing a room in a posh hotel, walking into it with a girl, that is what your pleasure is. How does the bedsheet look after the night? How is the morning after the rampage? How does the bottle look? What does it give you the next day but the hangover? You call that pleasure? After five minutes of sex, you turn your back to her and start snoring and she starts farting, pleasure? Seriously? And after all the orgasmic heights you rush to the washroom and she hears the flutter of water in the commode. What pleasures are the two of you getting? And you come back and crash like a log and the next morning your mouth is stinking as hell. After all you have done with your mouth, pleasure? Broken beer bottles, pleasure? Merry made on somebody else’s money, pleasure?
I am not denigrating it on moral grounds; I am disparaging it on the basis of its sheer incompleteness, it doesn’t give you pleasure. It is not your pleasures that I am against. It is your hollow pleasure. Why don’t you chase the high and the highest pleasures? Why don’t you? Yes, life has to be pleasurable, why not go for a high pleasure? Why must you seek the lowest kind of pleasures? And that too when you know that they don’t succeed in fulfilling you?
