Good luck or bad luck?
I've been thinking a lot about Friday's happenings because I really wanted to go for that seminar. But I will never know why things had to happen the way they did.
Was it a fortunate or unfortunate event? Who knows that?
There is a Chinese story about the same question:
"Once upon a time there was an old poor man who had an old horse which he worked with on the fields. Once the horse somehow broke loose and and disappeared among the hills. The poor man's neighbours expressed their regret over what happened, but the old man said only this:
- Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell that?
After a week the horse returned with a whole stud of wild horses. Now the neighbours expressed their joy over the old man's good luck, but the old man said again:
- Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell that?
When a few days later his son tried to supple one of the wild horses, he fell off and broke his leg.
Of course the neighbours were whining about what a bad luck he had, but the old man said again:
- Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell that?
After a few weeks the army marched in the village and enlisted all the healthy young men. When they saw the old man's son with his broken leg, they dropped him from the list.
Was it a good luck or a bad luck? Who can tell that?..."
Why things happened the way they did on Friday and how things could have otherwise happened? - This question can never be answered - as the above tale teaches. Life will bring the answer when it ends - probably :)
P.s.: Since we did not go to Brussels, Cs. went to the monthly meeting of the Buddhist Community, where he was offered a place in in a group going for a top secret trip to Mongolia in 4 months :-) Good luck or bad luck? :-) Who knows...
Was it a fortunate or unfortunate event? Who knows that?
There is a Chinese story about the same question:
"Once upon a time there was an old poor man who had an old horse which he worked with on the fields. Once the horse somehow broke loose and and disappeared among the hills. The poor man's neighbours expressed their regret over what happened, but the old man said only this:
- Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell that?
After a week the horse returned with a whole stud of wild horses. Now the neighbours expressed their joy over the old man's good luck, but the old man said again:
- Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell that?
When a few days later his son tried to supple one of the wild horses, he fell off and broke his leg.
Of course the neighbours were whining about what a bad luck he had, but the old man said again:
- Good luck or bad luck? Who can tell that?
After a few weeks the army marched in the village and enlisted all the healthy young men. When they saw the old man's son with his broken leg, they dropped him from the list.
Was it a good luck or a bad luck? Who can tell that?..."
Why things happened the way they did on Friday and how things could have otherwise happened? - This question can never be answered - as the above tale teaches. Life will bring the answer when it ends - probably :)
P.s.: Since we did not go to Brussels, Cs. went to the monthly meeting of the Buddhist Community, where he was offered a place in in a group going for a top secret trip to Mongolia in 4 months :-) Good luck or bad luck? :-) Who knows...


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