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Maybe

Life is full of unpredictable twists and turns.  You can never be sure what will happen, and that’s exactly what also makes it exciting. That you’re never bored. But you should always be prepared. Mentally, more than anything. To embrace the notion that whatever comes your way, be it good luck or bad luck, will be dealt with for what it is, and time will tell how it will develop. Even a misfortune can turn out for the best if you’re open enough to view it that way. Lamenting about it certainly won’t help.   

To illustrate, here’s a Chinese fable:

Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away. That evening, all of his neighbours came around to commiserate. They said, “We are so sorry to hear your horse has run away. This is most unfortunate.” The farmer said, “Maybe.” The next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with it, and in the evening, everybody came back and said, “Oh, isn’t that lucky. What a great turn of events. You now have eight horses!” The farmer again said, “Maybe.”

The following day his son tried to break one of the horses, and while riding it, he was thrown and broke his leg. The neighbours then said, “Oh dear, that’s too bad,” and the farmer responded, “Maybe.” The next day the conscription officers came around to conscript people into the army, and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg. Again all the neighbours came around and said, “Isn’t that great!” Again, he said, “Maybe.”

Like Alan Watts said, “The whole process of nature is an integrated process of immense complexity, and it’s really impossible to tell whether anything that happens in it is good or bad — because you never know what will be the consequence of the misfortune; or, you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.”

Bad and good experiences are all part of life; we need one to appreciate the other. And whatever happens, we’ll never know the consequences it may bring in the future. We just need to trust the process and believe that things will turn out as they should.

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It all starts with a cookie

fortune20cookieIt all started with a strange fortune cookie that she was served at a dodgy Chinese restaurant owned by Koreans. Her friends had chosen to go there because their usual place was being renovated and they thought they’d try this out. She simply agreed. The food wasn’t that bad. But the fortune cookie, that had a power no-one could have ever imagined.

When bad luck knocks on your door, don’t let it in for it will stay long.

“What do you suppose this means?” Chloe asked her friends confused and a little scared.

Don’t worry about it, it’s just a saying someone made up. Don’t think too much into it,” was the reply she got from her friends.

She managed not to think about it for the rest of the night. Until she got home that is…

As she turned the key into the lock and reached for the light switch for the hallway she heard a “tchif!” and the light bulb burnt.

Great!” she mumbled and she entered the living room to turn on the light.

The whole house was cold. The radiator had decided to switch off on its own and Chloe did not know how to fix it. She made a note to call the service centre the next morning. For tonight she would have to do with a few extra blankets.

Time for a warm bath and into bed”, she thought to herself as she turned on the tap and stripped to enter the shower. As she finished rinsing out her hair the water instantly turned cold. She tried to regulate it by turning all the hot water on instead, but there was none available. Chloe began to curse. This could not be happening.

She stepped out dripping and wrapped herself in a towel. There was no hot water. She made peace with that and went into the bedroom to at least dry her hair. But as she plugged in the hair-dryer and pressed the button the entire power went down.

Chloe’s cursing could be heard across the neighbourhood.

As she managed to turn on the power, she placed a towel on her pillow and slipped into bed. That was it for tonight, she thought, hoping that Scarlett O’Hara was right when she said that “tomorrow is another day”.

Maybe she should have paid more attention to that cookie after all…

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