An old man and his son worked on a small farm with only one horse to pull the plow. One day, the horse ran away.
“How terrible,” sympathized the neighbors. “What bad luck.”
“Who knows whether it is good luck or bad luck,” the farmer replied.
A week later, the horse returned from the mountains, leading five wild mares into the barn.
“What wonderful luck!” said the neighbors.
“Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?” answered the old man.
The next day, the son, trying to tame one of the horses, fell and broke his leg.
“How terrible. What bad luck!”
“Bad luck? Good luck?”
The army came to all the farms to take young men for war, but the farmer’s son was of no use to them, so he was spared.
~ An old Chinese story
You never know when something happens to you, what and where it can lead to. Whatever happens, try not to fight with reality. Accept it. Stay open to all the possible ways it can unfold.