Gardenlover
The world needs more love
A friend on the forum sent me this today, it is helpful.
You're going through a bit of a storm right now, then this is one of the stories I read to myself to just give me a little bit more of a perspective. So, I thought you might like it, too. It's the story of the Chinese farmer.
"The Story of the Chinese Farmer" by Alan Watts
There was once a Chinese farmer who had a horse. One day, the horse ran away. The neighbors came over and said, "I'm so sorry to hear your horse ran away." The farmer replied, "Maybe."
The next day, the horse returned, bringing seven wild horses with it. The neighbors came again. What great fortune," the farmer said, "Maybe."
The day after that, the farmer's son tried to ride one of the wild horses. He was thrown off and broke his leg. The neighbors rushed over. How terrible, the farmer said, “Maybe.”
Then the army came, drafting young men into war. They passed over the farmer's son because of the broken leg. The neighbors came by again. You must be so relieved. And the farmer simply said, "Maybe."
This reminds us to trust the unfolding. We never know which way is going to be the right way or the wrong way. That maybe this is where we're meant to be right now.
You're going through a bit of a storm right now, then this is one of the stories I read to myself to just give me a little bit more of a perspective. So, I thought you might like it, too. It's the story of the Chinese farmer.
"The Story of the Chinese Farmer" by Alan Watts
There was once a Chinese farmer who had a horse. One day, the horse ran away. The neighbors came over and said, "I'm so sorry to hear your horse ran away." The farmer replied, "Maybe."
The next day, the horse returned, bringing seven wild horses with it. The neighbors came again. What great fortune," the farmer said, "Maybe."
The day after that, the farmer's son tried to ride one of the wild horses. He was thrown off and broke his leg. The neighbors rushed over. How terrible, the farmer said, “Maybe.”
Then the army came, drafting young men into war. They passed over the farmer's son because of the broken leg. The neighbors came by again. You must be so relieved. And the farmer simply said, "Maybe."
This reminds us to trust the unfolding. We never know which way is going to be the right way or the wrong way. That maybe this is where we're meant to be right now.