I was reading a poem:
THE WORLD IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
TO BE BORN INTO,
IF YOU DON'T MIND HAPPINESS
NOT ALWAYS BEING
SO VERY MUCH FUN,
IF YOU DON'T MIND A TOUCH OF HELL
NOW AND THEN
JUST WHEN EVERYTHING IS FINE —
BECAUSE EVEN IN HEAVEN
THEY DON'T SING
ALL THE TIME.
Even a dancer needs a rest, even a singer needs a rest.
Even a happy person needs rest.
One cannot remain in one mood continuously — there is no need.
When there are so many climates available, why get attached to one?
Why not be enriched by all?
A man who has attained to his essential center moves on dancing in different situations.
Sometimes it is hot, sometimes it is cold; sometimes it is joy, sometimes it is sadness — but now everything brings him some message from the Whole.
Everything has become a messenger.
OSHO