good or bad

Is this good or bad? I asked myself too many times. Too often in hindsight, things look different. Good, bad. If it is good we want to keep it that way, if it’s bad, we try to avoid, change, or learn from it.

Good or bad is a way or seeing things, perspective. On how some events can be good and bad, I remember in a story I read somewhere.

This is not a story I created, just a story I want to pass on to you.

Once upon a time in a village far away, there lived a farmer. The farmer had a horse. A beautiful strong horse.
One day the farmer decided to bring the horse to a contest. The horse was recognized as the most beautiful and strong horse. With great awe and applause of the other villagers the farmer collected his price and went home.

The next day his neighbors came up to him and congratulated him on winning the price. ‘You must be so happy and proud. A very good thing happened to you.’ They said.
The farmer was not happy nor sad. He just spoke: ‘ What is good or what is bad, nobody knows.’
The neighbors looked at each other, not understanding why the farmer was not celebrating and happy or more into their congratulations.

Later that week in the darkest of nights, thieves broke into the stable and stole the price winning horse. They heard about the beauty of this animal and figured they could sell the horse for a high price.
When the neighbors heard about this unfortunate event, they came to express their concern and sorry for the farmer. ‘Such a bad thing had happened to you, we feel so sorry.;
The farmer was still not moved.’ What is good or what is bad, nobody knows.’ he spoke.
The neighbors shake their heads and went off.

The thieves were not very careful at keeping this and other horses captivated. And as horses do, they escaped. The price winner navigated his way back to the farmed taking his new friends, 4 other horses with him. There the farmer found himself with 5 horses.

The neighbors came by and called the farmer a lucky man. ‘Such good luck is happening to you!’
You might guess by now what the farmers reply was.

The new horses were wild and not yet ‘broken’ into domestication. It takes a strong and patience man to do that job. The farmers son had both skills. He worked with the horses for days, weeks, until one day he fell of the back of the wildest one and broke his leg.
‘Ooh what a misfortune that this happened to you son. Broken bad.’ Neighbors were telling the farmer. Still his reaction was the same: ‘ What is good or what is bad, nobody knows.’

Soon after this incident, the king of the country decided to go to war with the neighboring country. Men were send to get every young man into the army. If they would not join willingly, force was to be pressed upon the new soldiers to defend the king and destroy the enemy.

Of course these recruiters came to visit our farmer. The son would have been a good candidate, yet the broken leg would do no good on the battlefield. So the son could stay at home…..

The neighbors thought this was a good thing. Lucky farmer did not see his son into a war.. The farmer’s thoughts….well you know by now