Life in itself is not meaningful. It is meaningful only if you can sing a song of the eternal, if you can release some fragrance of the divine, of the godly, if you can become a lotus flower--deathless, timeless. If you can become pure love, if you can beautify this existence, if you can become a blessing to this existence, only then does life have significance; otherwise it is pointless, it is like an empty canvas: you can go on carrying it your whole life and you can die under its weight, but what is the point? Paint something on it!
Osho: From meditation to meditation
