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2017

Bad Luck, Good Luck. Who Knows?

Crónica de 25 / 07 / 2017

From "Healing Words for the Body, Mind and Spirit" by Caren Golman:

An old Zen story goes like this: An old Chinese farmer had a mare that broke through the fence and ran away. When his neighbors learned of it, they came to the farmer and said, "What bad luck this is. You don't have a horse during planting season." The farmer listened and then replied, "Bad luck, good luck. Who knows?"

A few days later, the mare returned with two stallions. When the neighbors learned of it, they visited the farmer. "You are now a rich man. What good fortune this is," they said. The farmer listened and again replied, "Good fortune, bad fortune. Who knows?"

Later that day, the farmer's only son was thrown from one of the stallions and broke his leg. When the neighbors heard about it, they came to the farmer. "It is planting season and now there is no one to help you," they said. "This is truly bad luck." The farmer listened, and once more he said, "Bad luck, good luck. Who knows?"

The very next day, the emperor's army rode into the town and conscripted the eldest son in every family. Only the farmer's son with his broken leg remained behind. Soon the neighbors arrived. Tearfully, they said, "Yours is the only son who was not taken from his family and sent to war. What good fortune this is..."

(Achar que podemos prever o futuro baseado com o que vêm os nossos olhos parece ser tão fácil como respirar. Ainda assim, não gostamos que olhem para a nossa vida, com certezas, ordens ou sugestões do que parece óbvio fazermos. Não gostamos de ser julgados. Mas não julgar, não é fácil. Porque nos sentimos mais assegurados quando damos voz ao que achamos ser melhor para os outros? Não conseguimos focar essa energia em algo mais positivo? Em aceitação, por exemplo? Será que conseguimos inverter pelo menos um julgamento hoje? Bora lá tentar ;))

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