A Parable of Fortune

It is impossible to tell whether anything that happens is good or bad because you never know what the consequences will be.


“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses”

Upon a time, there was a Chinese farmer who lost a horse, it ran away. All the neighbours came round that evening and said: “that’s too bad”. He said “maybe”.

The next day the horse came back and brought seven wild horses with it, and all the neighbours came around and said “why that’s great isn’t it?” and he said “maybe”.

The next day his son was attempting to tame one of these horses and was riding it and was thrown and broke his leg. All the neighbours came around in the evening and said “well that’s too bad isn’t it?” and the farmer said “maybe”.

The next day the Conscription officers came around looking for people for the army and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg and all the neighbours came around that evening and said “isn’t that wonderful” and he said “maybe”.


CONCLUSION

The whole process of nature is an integrated process of immense complexity, and it is really impossible to tell whether anything that happens is good or bad because you never know what will be the consequences of the misfortune or you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune. We have the ability to reframe experiences and see them from a different perspective in order to learn and from them, good or bad.

1 comment

  1. My favorite story(which I have no idea where I got it or who to credit it as it has been too many years since I first heard it) goes like this:

    There once was a young seeker who went up in the mountains to find a guru who would accept him as a student. He was finally successful and the gurus first task to the seeker was to sit and manually write a copy of the Holy Book which he then gave him. The seeker was told where to sit and he began.

    The guru came in to check on him the following morning and as the seeker was writing, wacked him on the shoulder with a broom handle. The guru then turned and walked out of the room.

    Day after day, the guru came in to check on the student and wacked him on the shoulder with the broom handle, and day after day the student winced, but said nothing.

    Several weeks went by and the student was given another book to write, and every day the guru came in and wacked him twice now on the shoulder.

    The student was rather upset by this now, as this had been going on for so long. He decided that he would do something about it. .

    The next day when the guru came in to check on him, the student grabbed the broom handle as it was coming down, and said “No need for more, Master.”

    The guru smiled, “You have learned your first lesson, only you can stop the pain.”

    “Come now, and we will discuss what you have read.”

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