According to Osho, man is not a fixed thing but a becoming—a goal-oriented process whose very nature is to grow from seed to flower. Your destiny calls you beyond laziness and denial; authentic guilt reminds you to remove egoic blocks and actualize your potential. 'Destination among the stars' symbolizes flowering into vast, cosmic awareness—the future that a realized being embodies.
You’re made to grow like a seed into a flower, and the ‘stars’ means your life can open into something vast and bright if you drop excuses and keep growing.
From the Discourses
Passages where Osho speaks to this question — each links to the complete discourse.
It is not a difficult process because the process of looking is the same, just the object changes: you start turning your consciousness upon yourself. You may have seen many pictures of snakes swallowing their own tails. Those pictures are very ancient symbols of mystery schools; they represent this inner transformation. When your consciousness starts turning upon itself you become a circle, and the moment you are a circle you are no more the same old person. Your life starts having a new grace, a new beauty, a new beatitude. You become golden, you become precious. For the first time you have a contact with god, and that contact is a magical transformation. It is sheer magic and a miracle. Enjoy the trip, don't be too fixated on the target, Osho said in conclusion. Bliss is not a pond, it is a river. It is not static.
Osho, who am I, where have I come from, and what is my destiny?
He went with Farid. They undressed and entered the river. As soon as the man ducked under, Farid climbed atop him and held him down, pressing his neck so he couldn’t come up. The man began to thrash, like a fish flung onto burning sand—hands and feet flailing. But Farid was strong; still, when it’s life and death, hidden strength surges. The man, though thin and scholarly as inquirers often are, gathered all his might and with one wrench threw Farid aside and burst to the surface. Farid asked, “Did you understand something?” The man said, “Understand? You were about to kill me! Is this how one realizes God? Are you a man or a murderer? I had heard you were an accomplished fakir—but you seem mad. You were choking me!” Farid said, “We’ll talk about that later. First, before you forget—human memory is very weak—tell me: while I held…
Osho, sometimes I feel I have received so very much from you, and sometimes I feel I am missing so much of you. Why is it so?
Then you will dance in joy, sing songs of wonder; yet you will not become a dead rock sitting—you will keep moving. More and more new flowers have yet to blossom in you! You have no inkling of your own possibilities. You have no idea of your own being—how much you can be! If one wave stirs, it can become a storm— Even a small ripple, if it stirs... If one wave stirs, it can become a storm— because the ocean is also hidden in the small ripple. If a single flower wishes, it can become a garden. A tiny flower could fill the whole earth with flowers. A single seed can make the whole earth green if it keeps spreading... In one seed are millions of seeds; in those millions, yet millions more! If the earth were given just one seed, the whole earth could turn green. If one…
Osho, I keep thinking of my life in terms of goal or destination, waiting to wake up some day and find myself enlightened, and I worry that others will reach before me. Today is a tension. Why is eternity so difficult to feel and remember? You keep reminding me but I keep forgetting and lose patience. Why am I such a food? And then I think 'so what?' and then I want to scream 'no more!' but go on.
But do you think a day will come when all your invest-ments and all your worries and all your acts are complete? Will there ever come a day when you are finished with the activities of your so-called life, and you can come and say, "Right now I am ready"? It will never come, because life is such a complexity. It never begins, it never ends. You are always in the middle. It is like reading a novel from the middle. The beginning part is missing and the end part is missing -- you know only the middle. That is the mystery of life! Try some time reading a novel from the middle and you will find that even an ordinary novel becomes very mysterious. Intrigued you will be, and many times you will be tempted to look back: "What is the beginning?" But resist the temptation, go on reading…
Question: First question: Osho, The destination is nameless and far; the dawn— no companion, no friend; I am alone. What is the world’s way? What is that thing without which this boat will not move? What is the song of love? What is the music of life, without which this night will not wane! The river’s current says the feeling of living never dies. Who burns in one’s own fire? No one loves like that! You tell me—Is there really no path? O embodiment of the Divine! The destination is indeed nameless, but it is not far. It is nearer than the nearest—so near that even “near” is too far a word. You are the destination and you are the traveler. You are the road and you are the goal. It is you who must “walk”—but other than you, there is nothing at all.