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It is not part of time; it is part of the mind. And future is also part of the mind -- the desire. Past, the memory; future, the desire. And between the two is the very small moment, the atomic moment of time which is present, which is always present. Time comes always as now.
If you are missing the now, you are committing suicide.
Maybe it is slow, that's why you are not aware. You are postponing life for some ideal? Then your life will become a dead routine, futile. You are simply wasting a great opportunity -- but wasting for beautiful words. Somebody is trying to become perfect. Somebody is trying to become a sage. Somebody is trying to become a mahatma. Somebody is trying to become something else.
Be -- and forget becoming.
Becoming is the nightmare.
Relax. You are perfect. Life as it is, is perfect each moment of it.
Very difficult to accept it, because you have been conditioned for centuries. You have been given ideals and you go on comparing with ideals. You say, 'How can I be perfect? -- I still have anger in me. How can I be perfect? -- I still have sex in me. How can I be perfect? -- I still have violence in me. How can I be perfect?' You are comparing.
Comparison is the disease, the very illness.
You are you. If anger is there, what can you do? You have to accept it. If you try first to be beyond anger and then live, you will never live. Listen to me. Accept the anger and live.
And I tell you -- by living, the anger will disappear. Transformation happens through living, not through preparations. The more you prepare, the more you become hung-up in the head. Relax. Enjoy. But the ego goes on like a hard taskmaster. It goes on saying, 'Why are you wasting your time in small things, trivia? Become a great man! Become a buddha, become a mahavir, become a christ!'
Christ was never trying to become a christ, that's why he was a christ. He simply accepted himself -- through that acceptance he flowered. Mahavir was not trying to become somebody else. He had no ideals. He simply lived his life, he simply did his thing, and life happened to him. It always happens. It is always happening.
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