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something is finished; it is better to get out of it as soon as possible. Don't allow it to linger because these lingering sadnesses leave scars in the soul. There is no need, no point.
All are strangers here. We meet somebody on the road and it feels good and for a few days we walk together. Then the ways part and we have to say goodbye. Even though it is with heavy hearts, we have to say goodbye, and we have to find somebody else to walk with... till we become capable of walking alone. And this is how slowly slowly one becomes capable of walking alone: again and again this happens and one understands that to be alone seems to be the ultimate fact. You can deceive for a few days, a few months, or a few years or even a few lives, but it will assert itself. The truth will surface again and you will have to see that you are alone.
I am not against love and I am not against friendships. All that I am saying is: one has to be very alert; don't take it for granted that it will remain forever. Nothing remains forever. Everything is a flux, so while it is there, enjoy, and when it is gone, forget and forgive. Be available for a new adventure. And one day the ultimate adventure happens when one starts walking alone. Then these miseries don't come.
But till one is capable of that, one has to pass through many experiences, and all those experiences are a must. They make you mature. And don't think 'Why does this happen to me?' You always think 'Why does this happen?' This happens to everybody! In fact, to be in love in my ashram for fifteen months together with one person is simply a miracle! I have not seen it before and I am not thinking that I will see it again! Fifteen months?! Life moves so fast here. People used to do so many things in fifteen lives. So don't think 'Why does this happen to me?' That makes you more miserable -- you think god is especially against you. It happens to everybody; it is not personal, it is universal.
In other places, in conventional ways too it happens, but then people go on pretending; they don't say the fact. That is more ugly: love dies and still people go on clinging and pretending. That is far more ugly. Both
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