Rebirth: A Fable of Love, Forgiveness, and Following Your Heart

by Kamal Ravikant

Everybody will be full of commiseration, speaking with the kind of voice you adopt when you shake hands with the widow after burying her husband.”

“All of these acts should be performed renouncing the attachment to the fruit of actions.”

“Without aversion to unpleasant work and without attachment to pleasant work, the renouncer is intelligent and free from all doubts.”

“Knowing is nothing unless you take on doing it.”

“We are Germans, Spanish, Italian, French, English, Americans,” a pilgrim says loudly. “Here together. Can you imagine that in my grandfather’s day, we were killing each other?”

Do you love her?” “Yes.” “Then love her.” “I do,” I say. He shakes his head. “If what makes her happy is not you, it is fine. This is love.” “Damn,” I say. “That’s hard.” “It’s not loving that hurts. It’s not loving that hurts.”

“I think I was a coward,” I say quietly. “Very stupid habit, I assure you. The more you close your heart, the more often it is broken. It is humorous, this irony of life.”

“To think your hurt is special is nonsense. You have pain, I have pain. The world has stories of pain.”

“Well, you could try the ‘whys’—Why me? Why now? Why here? Why this?—but I don’t believe you’ll find what you’re looking for. Try this: ask, ‘Now what? Now that this has happened, what do I do?’”