Prem Rawat, widely known by the honorary title of maharaji
P. R, conocido con el título honorario de maharaji
has dedicated his life to spreading a simple message
that each person has a source of peace and fulfilment
inside themselves.
At the age of 3 he began inspiring audiences in India
and at the age of 8 he took on the commitment of
bringing to the world a message of peace
and offering a practical way to attain it.
His message is from the heart.
He speaks about the possibility
for each person
to find peace within.
regardless his circumstances.
From large cities to remote villages
millions of people around the world
come to him for inspiration and guidance.
Today he continues to travel the world
bringing his message to new audiences.
and inspiring these already familiar
with his message of peace.
If you are looking for fulfilment in peace, he says
"the solution lies within.
If that is what you want
I Can help".
That´s why we are here,
to talk a little about peace.
And I am here not tell you
what is right, what is wrong.
I am not here to try to point out
all the problems of the world,
because there are too many.
It would take more than one evening
to go through them.
But you know
despite all those problems
despite all those things
that are wrong in this world
there are some things that are good,
really really good.
All the ugliness that is in this world...
there is something
very, very beautiful.
All the mistakes
that have been made in this world...
There is one that is perfect
It is not a mistake.
That perfection,
that beauty,
that right
is in you.
And that
is what I have come to talk about.
There are people who like to point out
all the problems.
And I am, in a way, glad that they do.
But I think there should be some people
who should point out the good,
the right,
the beautiful.
Because this existence
that you have,
This life that you have,
despite all the problems,
is beautiful,
is wonderful.
And sometimes we forget
the importance of being alive.
Caught up in our troubles,
in our turmoils, our ideas, our concepts,
we forget what we have been given.
You look at the desert.
The time to see the desert is not in summer.
but when it rains,
cause mysteriously,
even the desert holds in it
the promise of beautiful life,
of delicate, tender flowers.
But it needs the rain.
Without rain rivers don´t flow.
They hold their shape.
The water has come in the desert
and carved the shape.
And that river, that dry river
waits and waits,
and patiently waits for it to rain.
and once again
the water to flow through it.
It is ready.
It is ready.
Who are we?
What are we?
Are we the sum of all these things
that happen around us?
or is there something more?
the sum of waking up in the morning
and realising one´s responsibilities.
"I have to do this,
I have to do this."
Or there is something inside each human being
that wants to smile,
that wants to be thankful,
to feel gratitude, to feel joy.
I do not come here to try to explain
the concept of happiness.
Nobody can explain to you
the concept of happiness.
You know what happiness is.
Happiness isn´t just simply smiling
happiness isn´t simply laughing.
Happiness isn´t simply a time of day
that you become happy.
Happiness is happiness
because you feel good.
Not about something
Because see, that is what we think
happiness is.
Happiness is feeling happy about something.
Our child passes college-
"I am so happy".
We win a lottery ticket-
"I am so happy"
We get a promotion-
"I am so happy"
Because we think our happiness
is associated with all the things in this world-
somehow this world is going to make us happy.
And I say to you
there is only one person in this world
that can make you happy.
And you know who that is?
Ah, it happens to be this person
that you know too little about.
Strange.
This person that can make you happy
really happy,
you know much about them.
You know about your friends-
you know a lot about them,
other people, the other associates
the business, the colleagues-
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