We start making every child ambitious, and ambition means you cannot love; ambition is anti-love. Ambition needs fight, ambition needs struggle, ambition needs you to use others as a means.
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The whole play of existence is so beautiful that laughter can be the only response to it. Only laughter can be the real prayer, gratitude.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life is inherently beautiful and elicits a joyful response, with laughter being a form of gratitude.
In this quote, Rajneesh conveys the idea that the essence of existence is filled with beauty that should inspire joy and appreciation. He emphasizes that laughter, as an expression of joy, is not merely an emotional reaction but a profound form of gratitude, suggesting that the awareness of life's beauty leads us to a spiritual connection through joyfulness.
Themes
LaughterBeautyGratitudeExistenceJoy
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about overcoming challenges, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of finding joy in difficult times.
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