It is time to learn one thing: drop the idea of being perfect. That is the sole cause of your misery. Nobody can be perfect, because the moment you are perfect you cannot be here. Perfection cannot exist on earth; on earth only imperfection can exist. Once the idea of being perfect settles in their hearts, it drives people crazy. They start asking for the impossible in everything, and because it cannot happen they are miserable. Their expectations are very high and they cannot be fulfilled; and when they are not fulfilled they think that life is slipping by, through their fingers. They become depressed; each day more depression will be coming, because each day more life will be disappearing. To be a perfectionist is to be on the verge of neurosis. All perfectionists are neurotic, more or less; the difference is only of degrees.
That's what you have been trying: in everything you have to be perfect, you have to be total. You cannot allow any errors, you cannot allow any mistakes; and because you cannot allow mistakes and errors in yourself, you cannot allow them in others. And that becomes a barrier in love. You cannot love a person because your expectations are so great that nobody can fulfil them. Now learn one thing: take life easily. Take it easy, with all its limitations, with all its imperfections. Enjoy it, and then the paradox happens: when one starts enjoying life with all its imperfections, it is almost perfect, but I say almost! It is ninety-nine point nine percent perfect. That point one percent remains imperfect -- that's the only way to exist here. But it happens only when you allow life as it is and you don't demand too much. There is simply no need to demand: you accept whatever happens.
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If you look for a perfect woman, you will never find one. If you look for a perfect religion, you will never find it. If you look for anything perfect, you will be simply miserable, that's all; you will find misery, more and more misery. In the East in the old days there was a superstition that kings would not make their palaces perfect. They would keep one part of the palace imperfect to deceive God. Because the palace was not yet perfect: So let it be, it can be allowed to exist. It is still in the process of being made. Once the palace was perfect it could collapse -- that was the superstition, but it has a grain of truth in it: once anything is perfect, it collapses. That's why Buddhas disappear from the world. Once a person becomes a Buddha, then this is the last time he is here; he will not be here again. This body just has to fulfil its momentum.
Relax, take things easily. God is not so hard. He is not such a hard taskmaster as you think. God is really compassion, love; existence is very compassionate. That's why it allows all kinds of limitations, imperfections, and still it keeps showering all kinds of gifts.
Osho,
From, Won't You Join the Dance?, Ch 10.
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