One of the greatest lessons I have learnt in my life is to
pay as much attention to the means of work as to its end. He was a great man
from whom I learnt it, and his own life was a practical demonstration of this
great principle I have been always learning great lessons from that one
principle, and it appears to me that all the secret of success is there; to pay
as much attention to the means as to the end.
Our great defect in life is that we are so much drawn to the ideal, the goal
is so much more enchanting, so much more alluring, so much bigger in our mental
horizon, that we lose sight of the details altogether.
But whenever failure comes, if we analyse it critically, in ninety-nine per
cent of cases we shall find that it was because we did not pay attention to the
means. Proper attention to the finishing, strengthening, of the means is what
we need. With the means all right, the end must come. We forget that it is the
cause that produces the effect; the effect cannot come by itself; and unless
the causes are exact, proper, and powerful, the effect will not be produced.
Once the ideal is chosen and the means determined, we may almost let go the
ideal, because we are sure it will be there, when the means are perfected. When
the cause is there, there is no more difficulty about the effect, the effect is
bound to come. If we take care of the cause, the effect will take care of
itself. The realization of the ideal is the effect. The means are the cause:
attention to the means, therefore, is the great secret of life. We also read
this in the Gita and learn that we have to work, constantly work with all our
power; to put our whole mind in the work, whatever it be, that we are doing. At the same time, we must not
be attached. That is to say, we must not be drawn away from the work by anything else; still, we must be able
to quit the work whenever we like.
If we examine our own lives, we find that the greatest cause of sorrow is
this: we take up something, and put our whole energy on it perhaps it is a failure
and yet we cannot give it up. We know that it is hurting us, that any further
clinging to it is simply bringing misery on us; still, we cannot tear ourselves
away from it. The bee came to sip the honey, but its feet stuck to the
honey-pot and it could not get away. Again and again, we are finding ourselves
in that state. That is the whole secret of existence. Why are we here? We came
here to sip the honey, and we find our hands and feet sticking to it. We are
caught, though we came to catch. We came to enjoy; we are being enjoyed. We
came to rule; we are being ruled. We came to work; we are being worked. All the
time, we find that. And this comes into every detail of our life. We are being
worked upon by other minds, and we are always struggling to work on other
minds. We want to enjoy the pleasures of life; and they eat into our vitals. We
want to get everything from nature, but we find in the long run that nature
takes everything from us depletes us, and casts us aside.
Had it not been for this, life would have been all sunshine. Never mind!
With all its failures and successes, with all its joys and sorrows, it can be
one succession of sunshine, if only we are not caught.
That is the one cause of misery: we are attached, we are being caught. Therefore
says the Gita: Work constantly; work, but be not attached; be not caught.
Reserve unto yourself the power of detaching yourself from everything, however
beloved, however much the soul might yearn for it, however great the pangs of misery
you feel if you were going to leave it; still, reserve the power of
leaving it whenever you want. The weak have no place here, in this life or in
any other life. Weakness leads to slavery. Weakness leads to all kinds of
misery, physical and mental. Weakness is death. There are hundreds of thousands
of microbes surrounding us, but they cannot harm us unless we become weak,
until the body is ready and predisposed to receive them. There may be a million
microbes of misery, floating about us. Never mind! They dare not approach us,
they have no power to get a hold on us, until the mind is weakened. This is the
great fact: strength is life, weakness is death. Strength is felicity, life
eternal, immortal; weakness is constant strain and misery: weakness is death.
Attachment is the source of all our pleasures now. We are attached to our
friends, to our relatives; we are attached to our intellectual and spiritual
works; we are attached to external objects, so that we get pleasure from them.
What, again, brings misery but this very attachment? We have to detach
ourselves to earn joy. If only we had power to detach ourselves at will, there
would not be any misery. That man alone will be able to get the best of nature,
who, having the power of attaching himself to a thing with all his energy, has
also the power to detach himself when he should do so. The difficulty is that
there must be as much power of attachment as that of detachment. There are men
who are never attracted by anything. They can never love, they are hard-hearted
and apathetic; they escape most of the miseries of life. But the wall never
feels misery, the wall never loves, is never hurt; but it is the wall, after
all. Surely it is better to be attached and caught, than to be a wall.
Therefore the man who never loves, who is hard and stony, escaping most of the
miseries of life, escapes also its joys. We do not want that. That is weakness,
that is death. That soul has not been awakened that never feels weakness, never
feels misery. That is a callous state. We do not want that.
At the same time, we not only want this mighty power of love, this mighty
power of attachment, the power of throwing our whole soul upon a single object,
losing ourselves and letting ourselves be annihilated, as it were, for other
souls which is the power of the gods but we want to be higher even than the
gods. The perfect man can put his whole soul upon that one point of love, yet
he is unattached. How comes this? There is another secret to learn.
The beggar is never happy. The beggar only gets a dole with pity and scorn
behind it, at least with the thought behind that the beggar is a low object. He
never really enjoys what he gets.
We are all beggars. Whatever we do, we want a return. We are all traders. We
are traders in life, we are traders in virtue, we are traders in religion. And
alas! we are also traders in love.
If you come to trade, if it is a question of give-and-take, if it is a
question of buy-and-sell, abide by the laws of buying and selling. There is a
bad time and there is a good time; there is a rise and a fall in prices: always
you expect the blow to come. It is like looking at the mirrors Your face is
reflected: you make a grimace there is one in the mirror; if you laugh, the
mirror laughs. This is buying and selling, giving and taking
We get caught. How? Not by what we give, but by what we expect. We get
misery in return for our love; not from the fact that we love, but from the
fact that we want love in return. There is no misery where there is no want.
Desire, want, is the father of all misery. Desires are bound by the laws of
success and failure. Desires must bring misery.
The great secret of true success, of true happiness, then, is this: the man
who asks for no return, the perfectly unselfish man, is the most successful. It
seems to be a paradox. Do we not know that every man who is unselfish in life
gets cheated, gets hurt? Apparently, yes. "Christ was unselfish, and yet
he was crucified." True, but we know that his unselfishness is the reason,
the cause of a great victory the crowning of millions upon millions of lives
with the blessings of true success.
Ask nothing; want nothing in return. Give what you have to give; it will
come back to you but do not think of that now, it will come back multiplied a
thousandfold but the attention must not be on that. Yet have the power to
give: give, and there it ends. Learn that the whole of life is giving, that
nature will force you to give. So, give willingly. Sooner or later you will
have to give up. You come into life to accumulate. With clenched hands, you
want to take. But nature puts a hand on your throat and makes your hands open.
Whether you will it or not, you have to give. The moment you say, "I will
not", the blow comes; you are hurt. None is there but will be compelled,
in the long run, to give up everything. And the more one struggles against this
law, the more miserable one feels. It is because we dare not give, because we
are not resigned enough to accede to this grand demand of nature, that we are
miserable. The forest is gone, but we get heat in return. The sun is taking up
water from the ocean, to return it in showers. You are a machine for taking and
giving: you take, in order to give. Ask, therefore, nothing in return; but the
more you give, the more will come to you. The quicker you can empty the air out
of this room, the quicker it will be filled up by the external air; and if you
close all the doors and every aperture, that which is within will remain, but
that which is outside will never come in, and that which is within will
stagnate, degenerate, and become poisoned. A river is continually emptying
itself into the ocean and is continually filling up again. Bar not the exit
into the ocean. The moment you do that, death seizes you.
Every day we renew our determination to be unattached. We cast our eyes back
and look at the past objects of our love and attachment, and feel how every one
of them made us miserable. We went down into the depths of despondency because
of our "love"! We found ourselves mere slaves in the hands of others,
we were dragged down and down! And we make a fresh determination:
"Henceforth, I will be master of myself; henceforth, I will have control
over myself." But the time comes, and the same story once more! Again the
soul is caught and cannot get out. The bird is in a net, struggling and
fluttering. This is our life.
I know the difficulties. Tremendous they are, and ninety per cent of us
become discouraged and lose heart, and in our turn, often become pessimists and
cease to believe in sincerity, love, and all that is grand and noble. So, we
find men who in the freshness of their lives have been forgiving, kind, simple,
and guileless, become in old age lying masks of men. Their minds are a mass of
intricacy. There may be a good deal of external policy, possibly. They are not
hot-headed, they do not speak, but it would be better for them to do so; their
hearts are dead and, therefore, they do not speak. They do not curse, not
become angry; but it would be better for them to be able to be angry, a thousand
times better, to be able to curse. They cannot. There is death in the heart,
for cold hands have seized upon it, and it can no more act, even to utter a
curse, even to use a harsh word.
All this we have to avoid: therefore I say, we require superdivine power.
Superhuman power is not strong enough. Superdivine strength is the only way,
the one way out. By it alone we can pass through all these intricacies, through
these showers of miseries, unscathed. We may be cut to pieces, torn asunder,
yet our hearts must grow nobler and nobler all the time.
It is very difficult, but we can overcome the difficulty by constant
practice. We must learn that nothing can happen to us, unless we make ourselves
susceptible to it. I have just said, no disease can come to me until the body
is ready; it does not depend alone on the germs, but upon a certain
predisposition which is already in the body. We get only that for which we are
fitted. Let us give up our pride and understand this, that never is misery
undeserved. There never has been a blow undeserved: there never has been an
evil for which I did not pave the way with my own hands. We ought to know that.
Analyse yourselves and you will find that every blow you have received, came to
you because you prepared yourselves for it. You did half, and the external
world did the other half: that is how the blow came. That will sober us down.
At the same time, from this very analysis will come a note of hope, and the
note of hope is: "I have no control of the external world, but that which
is in me and nearer unto me, my own world, is in my control. If the two
together are required to make a failure, if the two together are necessary to
give me a blow, I will not contribute the one which is in my keeping; and how
then can the blow come? If I get real control of myself, the blow will never
come."
We are all the time, from our childhood, trying to lay the blame upon
something outside ourselves. We are always standing up to set right other
people, and not ourselves. If we are miserable, we say, "Oh, the world is
a devil's world." We curse others and say, "What infatuated
fools!" But why should we be in such a world, if we really are so good? If
this is a devil's world, we must be devils also; why else should we be here?
"Oh, the people of the world are so selfish!" True enough; but why
should we be found in that company, if we be better? Just think of that
We only get what we deserve. It is a lie when we say, the world is bad and
we are good. It can never be so. It is a terrible lie we tell ourselves.
This is the first lesson to learn: be determined not to curse anything
outside, not to lay the blame upon any one outside, but be a man, stand up, lay
the blame on yourself. You will find, that is always true. Get hold of
yourself.
Is it not a shame that at one moment we talk so much of our manhood, of our
being gods that we know everything, we can do everything, we are blameless,
spotless, the most unselfish people in the world; and at the next moment a
little stone hurts us, a little anger from a little Jack wounds us any fool
in the street makes "these gods" miserable! Should this be so if we
are such gods? Is it true that the world is to blame? Could God, who is the
purest and the noblest of souls, be made miserable by any of our tricks? If you
are so unselfish, you are like God. What world can hurt you? You would go
through the seventh hell unscathed, untouched. But the very fact that you
complain and want to lay the blame upon the external world shows that you feel
the external world the very fact that you feel shows that you are not what
you claim to be. You only make your offence greater by heaping misery upon
misery, by imagining that the external world is hurting you, and crying out,
"Oh, this devil's world! This man hurts me; that man hurts me! " and
so forth. It is adding lies to misery.
We are to take care of ourselves that much we can do and
give up attending to others for a time. Let us perfect the means; the end will
take care of itself. For the world can be good and pure, only if our lives are
good and pure. It is an effect, and we are the means. Therefore, let us purify
ourselves. Let us make ourselves perfect.