The perfectionist is bound to be a neurotic, he cannot enjoy life, until he is perfect. And perfection as such never happens, it is not in the nature of things. Totality is possible, perfection is not possible.
Falling in love you remain a child; rising in love you mature. By and by love becomes not a relationship, it becomes a state of your being. Not that you are in love - now you are love.
Once you know how to be silent, how to be thoughtless, how to be in a state of no time, no mind, you experience such orgasmic joy, which has nothing to do with sex ... it has such purity and such innocence.
Looking back in my life, the most significant person in my life, reading whose books made me as I am today, is OSHO. This blog, dedicated to Osho with love, is a way to share the life and experience I live daily with others.