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No Good, No Bad

Stop thinking everything is either good or bad. There are a lot of bad things that happened to me, and I’m happy now that they happened to me as they changed the trajectory of my life. Here’s a great story:
There was a farmer with a horse who helped him in farming. The villagers constantly told the farmer how lucky he was to have such a great horse.
“Maybe,” he would reply.
One day, the horse ran away. The villagers came to the farmer to express their sympathies.
“That’s too bad.” the villagers said.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
A few days later, the horse returned home with ten strong wild horses.
“That’s great, isn’t it?” the villagers said.
“Maybe,” the farmer again replied.
The next day, the farmer’s son was riding one of the horses when it kicked him off and broke his leg.
The villagers arrived to express their dismay. “That’s too bad,” they said.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
A military officer marched into the village the next day, recruiting able- bodied young men for the war. The farmer’s son, with his broken leg, was left behind.
The villagers were joyful, “Your son has been spared. What beautiful luck!” The farmer smiled.
“Maybe.”

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No Good, No Bad

Stop thinking everything is either good or bad. There are a lot of bad things that happened to me, and I’m happy now that they happened to me as they changed the trajectory of my life. Here’s a great story:
There was a farmer with a horse who helped him in farming. The villagers constantly told the farmer how lucky he was to have such a great horse.
“Maybe,” he would reply.
One day, the horse ran away. The villagers came to the farmer to express their sympathies.
“That’s too bad.” the villagers said.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
A few days later, the horse returned home with ten strong wild horses.
“That’s great, isn’t it?” the villagers said.
“Maybe,” the farmer again replied.
The next day, the farmer’s son was riding one of the horses when it kicked him off and broke his leg.
The villagers arrived to express their dismay. “That’s too bad,” they said.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
A military officer marched into the village the next day, recruiting able- bodied young men for the war. The farmer’s son, with his broken leg, was left behind.
The villagers were joyful, “Your son has been spared. What beautiful luck!” The farmer smiled.
“Maybe.”

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