Life is a game. A beautiful game. Love is a game too. The first game of life.

Love has no goal, no purpose, no special meaning. It is a celebration. The “special” people cannot play it. The serious or philosophical people cannot play it. You must be simple. Sincere. Without any ambitions. The mind is against love, against happiness.    

Osho say: Seriousness is ambition and it is a disease. You may have turned your attention from this world, but your ambitious mind is now thinking about the other. Seriousness is not religious. A serious man will automatically become a philosophic man; he will start thinking. Seriousness is of the head. That’s why a serious person, a thinker, becomes a long face. He cannot even laugh, he cannot smile, he cannot play, because he is always thinking.

A sincere person is totally different. Sincerity is of the heart. He is true, but not serious. He is seeking, but not as a goal. He is seeking it just like a child seeks things: if he finds, it is OK: if he doesn’t find, it is OK also. A child is running after a dog, and just in the middle he finds a butterfly; he changes. He starts running after the butterfly; and then, by the side, there comes a flower, and he has forgotten the butterfly and the flower takes his total attention. Whenever he takes anything into mind he is totally with it, that is sincerity.”

Do not fight against these feelings. Let your heart run after a dog, after a butterfly, after a flower. Do not feel guilty about it. Be total. Do not stop because “it is an ongoing process, infinite, from one infinity to another infinity.”