Fantastic 

 

 

Two women are talking in a tearoom at four o'clock over two large, gooey ice cream sundaes and little sugary cakes. They have not seen each other since high school days and one is bragging about her very advantageous marriage.

 

"My husband buys me whole new sets of diamonds when the ones I have get dirty," she says, "and I have never even bothered to clean them."

 

"Fantastic," said the other woman.

 

"Yes," says the first, "we get a new car every two months."

 

"Fantastic," says the other.

 

"And our house..." pursues the first woman, "Well, what is the use of talking about it, it is just..."

 

"Fantastic," finishes the other.

 

"Yes, and tell me, what are you doing nowadays?" asked the first woman.

 

"I go to the charm school," says the other.

 

"Charm school! Why, how quaint. What do you learn there?"

 

"Well, we learn to say, fantastic, instead of bullshit."

 

In your unconsciousness everything is bullshit. And when you become conscious, it is really fantastic: all tangles disappear, all problems disappear. But you need not go to a charm school to learn it, because in a charm school deep down the woman is saying, "Bullshit."

 

And she is just repeating like a parrot, "Fantastic," but she means bullshit. Not in a charm school, but in a school where your unconsciousness slowly, slowly disappears leaving a luminous being within you -- then there is no tangle in life.

 

I have lived a very strange life. Anybody else would have found so many tangles in it, so many troubles. I have also passed through all kinds of tangles, troubles, problems, but I have remained unscratched; I have enjoyed the journey. Whatever life brought to me, I have enjoyed it. I have tried to make the best out of it, whatever it is.

 

There is no point in crying and weeping over spilled milk. Any situation can be made a learning, a step towards maturity, can be turned into a beneficial opportunity. That is what I call intelligence; otherwise, what is the difference between intelligent people and unintelligent people.

 

-Osho, "The Invitation, #24, Q1“