No one ever said it was going to be easy. Life is strange. In the blink of an eye, you can go from “I’m the King of the world!!!” to cursing the heavens for your misfortunes.
When pondering a post, I often pull from past experiences and stories that I’ve gathered over the years. One particular story has bubbled to the surface more than normal lately. A number of friends and family members have experienced turbulence of late… and, I myself have encountered more than a few bumpy moments over the past year.
I don’t remember where I heard the “Luck Horse” story, but it was added somewhere along the line. From the moment I heard it, I’ve carried it with me as a kind of mantra. Hopefully sharing it will help you as much as it’s helped me. With that said, I don’t remember the exact words or the perfect setting for the story… so, consider this an adaptation.
Once Upon A Time…
A man lived on a farm with his family. Times were tough and the seasons had been less than cooperative. Despite the challenges, the man felt fortunate to have a son that could help him take care of the land. Life was a struggle, but they got through it.
One day, a stranger came by the farm and, without reason, gifted the man a very strong work horse. The gift was a blessing and meant very good things for the family.
One by one, as the local villagers passed by the farm, they would say to the farmer, “You’re so lucky!” This gifted horse became the envy of the town.
A few weeks after receiving the gift, the farmer’s son was out riding the horse when he fell and broke his arm. Unable to perform his vital duties, the accident had dire implications for the livelihood of the family.
One by one, as the local villagers passed by the farm, they would say to the farmer, “You’re so unlucky.” The injury to his son became the pity of the town.
A week after the accident, the Czar announced war with the neighboring kingdom. All boys ages 16 through 25 were whisked off to battle. The farmer’s son, with his severe injury, would be left behind and miss the conflict.
One by one, as the local villagers passed by the farm, they would say to the farmer, “You’re so lucky!” A blessing in disguise, his son would live another day and be spared from the horrors of war.
Keep Moving Forward
I’ve encountered my fair share of blessings and curses lately. The lows hurt, the highs are amazing… but, I know in the back of my mind that life has a way of figuring itself out. The events that would have previously caused me an intense amount of inner-turmoil, now sit with me a bit differently.
This story is short, and perhaps it means little to you. But, for me, it is the key to progress.
Enjoy your successes and “lucky” moments. Analyze your failures and put them into proper perspective. Either way, know that life has a way of working itself out. Find your passions, enjoy your time and make it a habit to be kind to those around you. There is simply no telling what tomorrow will bring. What seems like a major setback today, may open amazing doors in the future.
Have you ever experienced great dissapointment only to find out that it was meant to work out that way? Do you find that when one door closes, another usually opens? What’s your story?
Photo Credit, Dave Hamster