How one looks at it...

Often it is about how one sees the thing.


"Maybe"
There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had
worked his crops for many years.
One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the
news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad
luck," they said sympathetically. "May be," the
farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing
with it three other wild horses. "How
wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "May be,"
replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of
the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his
leg. The neighbors again came to offer their
sympathy on his misfortune. "May be,"
answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the
village to draft young men into the army. Seeing
that the son's leg was broken, they passed him
by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on
how well things had turned out. "May be," said
the farmer.