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What happens when I feel chaos and confusion despite my efforts?

In the depths of chaos and confusion, remember that what you seek is already within you; stop striving and simply rest in the stillness of your being.

— Osho
According to Osho, chaos and confusion arise because you’re striving too hard; your aggressive, goal-oriented effort makes you miss what’s already here. Stop making it a project. Give up, rest, and relax—the “train” of realization is always at the platform, because there’s nowhere to go. In stillness you recognize that what you seek is already within.

If you feel lost even after trying hard, stop trying so hard—relax, and you’ll notice the answer was already here.

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When the deep meaning of things is not understood the mind's essential peace is disturbed to no avail.

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No. I will say to you: it is not an effort. If I am clenching my fist and ask you, “How do I open this fist?” what will you say? You will say: “To open it, you need do nothing. Please stop doing what you are doing to clench it; the fist will open by itself.” Opening is not an effort; the moment you cease the effort that clenches, opening happens. Or if I pull down a branch and hold it, and ask how to return it to its place—what will you say? “Do nothing to return it. Just stop doing what holds it down; it will return by itself.” What are we doing continuously with the mind? We are doing something. If we stop that, the mind will quiet by itself. It will quiet by itself. As I said this morning, we are constantly engaged in resistance—twenty-four hours resisting.…

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