
Once, there was a man. Letās call him Ravi. Now Ravi was not poor, but not rich either. He lived in a small flat, had a regular job, a little salary, and a large imagination.
Every third day, Ravi was buying a car.
Not literally. But in his mind.
One day it was a red convertibleāopen sky above, wind in the hair, sunglasses on. Another day it was a black SUVāpower, prestige. Then sometimes it was just a small, efficient carāāLetās be practical,ā his mind whispered.
Now this went on for years. Yesāyears.
And you must understandāhe never actually bought a car.
But his excitement was real. He would look up specs, compare prices, watch test drive videos at night instead of sleeping. Sometimes, he would go to a showroom, just sit in a car, touch the steering wheel⦠and leave.
He was never interested in owning the car.
He was in love with wanting it.
Do you see the difference?
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š The Trip That Never Happened
Now once, Ravi decided he would go on a trip. Somewhere beautiful. Mountains, maybe. Or beaches. He would walk with a book in hand, breathe deeply, feel the silence of nature. Just thinking about it, he felt happy.
He planned it in his mind: the ticket, the hotel, even what shoes he would wear.
But when the time cameāhe looked at his bank account. He thought of his job. He remembered some āresponsibilitiesā. And just like that, the trip was cancelled.
He was not surprised.
This had happened before. Many times.
But still, he was sad.
He said to himself, āThis is wrong. It always happens to me. Why canāt I ever do what I plan?ā
But let me tell you: he never planned to go. He only planned to think about going.
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šļø The Habit of Living in the Mind
You see, Raviās life was never happening in reality. It was happening in the imagination.
And this is not just Ravi.
This is you. This is most people.
People donāt live. They fantasize. They rehearse. They regret. They daydream. They āalmostā do something. Then feel sad or excited about the āalmostā.
A man is angryābut only in his thoughts. A woman falls in loveābut only in her fantasies. Someone forgivesābut only in their dreams.
Nobody acts. They only think.
This is a disease. A comfortable one. A sweet poison.
Because in the mind, everything is perfect. There are no rejections, no bills, no failures. In the mind, the car is always clean, the trip always peaceful, and life is always interesting.
But you must understand:
āThe mind is a good servant, but a terrible master.ā
If you live in it, you will live in circles. You will feel like you are moving, but nothing will ever happen. Itās like being on a treadmillāsweating, panting, but still at the same place.
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šø So What Can Be Done?
Be watchful.
Next time you say, āIām going to do thisā⦠pause. Ask yourself:
Do I really mean it? Or do I just enjoy the thought of it?
If it is realāact. Take one step. Book the ticket. Call the showroom. Start the work.
And if it is not realādrop it. Donāt carry the fantasy. It only creates hunger without food.
Live now. Live here. In the real.
Not in the imagined future. Not in the mourned past. But in the present.
Because the car in the mind does not take you anywhere.
The trip in the mind brings no real sunrise.
The sadness in the mind gives no release.
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Osho would smile now and say,
āBe total. Even in buying a car. Either buy itāor donāt. But donāt live in the maybe.ā