According to Osho, the sadness that appears amid bliss is its shadow—the inseparable other face of life’s polarity. Clinging to bliss or resisting sadness breeds anxiety; choiceless acceptance of both lets them come and go as guests. In this allowing, a revolution happens: the witness is born. Sadness itself holds depth, peace and a quiet joy, while bliss dances on the surface.
Sadness comes with joy like night with day; welcome both and watch them pass—you’re the sky, not the weather.