Good Luck ? Bad Luck? Who Can Tell?

1. Must the glass always be half-full or half-empty?
2. What if there was a different way of looking at things entirely?
3. A new perspective that eliminates the need to decide just how full the glass really should be? 

By way of illustration, here is a story based on an old proverb:

There was an old man who had a beautiful horse. This horse was not only his family’s pride and joy, but it was also a means to an income for the family.

One day, the horse ran away. Fellow villagers visited the old man to give their condolences for such a stroke of bad luck, as the loss of his horse represented a staggering financial blow that would be hard to recover from.

“Good luck, bad luck: Who can tell?” replied the old man. “It is as it is. My horse is gone.”

Perplexed at the man’s nonchalance towards the apparent tragedy, the villagers went about their business.

A few days later, the horse returned with a pack of 12 wild horses in tow. Again the villagers gathered, this time to offer their congratulations at such a stroke of good luck. Now he had 12 more horses with which to make 12 times the income! What a godsend, they said.

“Good luck, bad luck: Who can tell?” replied the old man again. “All I see is that 12 more horses have appeared.”

The next week, while breaking in one of the wild horses, the old man’s son fell and both his legs were broken. What bad luck! The villagers exclaimed. Your son has broken both of his legs. That’s terrible. How will you get your work done? You are too old to do it yourself.

“Good luck, bad luck: Who can tell?” was the (now predictable and equally frustrating) answer of the old man. “My son has broken his legs. That is all I know.”

Shortly thereafter, the government forcibly removed all the able-bodied men from the village, as the country had gone to war. The old man’s son, however, was spared since his legs were broken.

Good luck, bad luck: Who can tell?

…and on it goes. Don’t we tend to live our own lives careening from one “good luck” occurrence to another “bad luck” event?

Maybe we could stand to take a dose of medicine from the old man in this story, simply observing the events in our lives for what they are instead of drawing grandiose conclusions about the ultimate karma or fate of what has happened to us.

Personally, I can recall many times when I wasn’t so level-headed about such matters. Here’s my own “good luck, bad luck” proverb:

Few years ago, I was volunteering helping the needy in Myanmar & Before that in Aceh, in a little piece of paradise. My friends at the time and I loved the area, and after about seven days we decided we’d love to stay a little longer than we had originally intended, but we also wanted to move on from our volunteer gig.

Shortly after we defined our intentions, a friend told us about a house for rent that was only $400/month. It was on a huge piece of land that was full of fruit trees, backing onto a beautiful mountain range. What luck! we exclaimed, and moved in.

That's my start to a journey of helping people and today that is the home to helping people locally in Aceh & Yangon. So how do you see every trouble or every decision or everything that comes along your way!