Several days later his horse returned accompanied by two wild horses. Everyone who knew him now exclaimed “What a lucky man!” The farmer replied “we’ll see.”
Later in the week the young son of the farmer attempted riding one of the wild horses but it bucked him off breaking his leg. Everyone shook their heads and said “poor fellow!” The farmer simply said, “we’ll see.”
The day following the accident, the army arrived in the farmers small village seeking to draft recruits. Upon seeing the son had a broken leg they passed him by for recruitment. Everyone said “such a fortunate young man".
The farmer smiled and, as he always did, said yet again “we’ll see.”
I've always loved this parable. It reminds me that life, luck, and destiny shift and alter. Things are seldom exactly as the appear - what may seem to be a disaster is the seed of an answer. What may seem perfect in fact isn't. Reality dances.
Above all life isn't static, but instead a journey. Flexibility and perspective are everything.....