Enjoying all the beautiful things life has to offer is not a "sin". It's a gift!

I would rather be around sinners, then around saints. 

Saints are boring. Sinners are free, colorful, creative, playful people. 

If all sinners go to hell,  then hell must be the most beautiful and fun place to be for eternity. 

And heaven must be the ugliest place, with all those sad, long faces! No entertainment, no dance, no music, no joy. Saints can't participate to such things. They can't drink, they can't smoke, what they can do?

But in "hell", all the beautiful people will be there, reunited in joy, without judging one another. As they have all sinned, but they don't have to hide it anymore.

*Adaptation from Osho - I fully resonated with the concept. 

Don't look for the other half. Look for someone who's already whole.

His world was falling apart,  his life... a total invisible chaos... He was struggling to find himself. Even if he wanted to, he wasn't able to overcome his own pains. How could he take care of anyone else's emotional condition? 

He then met her, and he hoped she could help him heal his own wounds. She seemed happy, grounded and fulfilled, but she was also invisibly starving. Starving for attention, affection, love or simply for a pure soul connection.

 As she became obsessed  to fulfilling her own needs, she failed to see he wasn't capable of providing her with what she was  desperately craving for. 

And then she suffered. And blamed him for it. And wanted to revenge and hurt him, hoping the pain will go away.She eventually did. But the pain remained. 

She is now trying to burry it. Without acknowledging that the pain is the result of her own incapacity to accept that he was not what she wanted him to be. He just couldn't, even if he wanted to. That's all he's guilty for... 

And she hates him for it! 

I am made of silk... I am silk!

They accuse me of being deceiving; 

I am not deceiving, I compare myself to silk. It is they who are stupid and wrongly take gentleness and fairness for weakness, when they attempt to break me and can't.  

I have always appeared to be fragile and delicate but the thing is, I am not fragile and I am not delicate. I am very gentle but I can show you that the gentle also possess a poison. I am just made of silk.

People mistake silk to be weak, but a silk handkerchief can protect the wearer from a gunshot.

 Silk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. 

It is versatile, flexible, and flowing. But you can never rip it! 

If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say "This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it" ?

Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It's the man who is stupid!

Because instead of trying to enjoy the beautiful texture of the silk, he attempts to rip it apart. 

There are many more kinds of predators in this world, so I  want you to be made of silk.

You are silk.