So change is bad? Change is good? Maybe …
An old farmer worked his fields to support his family and one morning discovered his horse had run away. His neighbours gathered around him, clucking and offering condolences. “How terrible for you”, they said.
“Maybe” was his simple reply.
The next morning his mare returned, bringing with her four wild horses. “What a wonderful stroke of luck”, cheered his neighbours.
“Maybe”, said the old man.
When trying to ride one of the wild horses, the farmer’s son was thrown and broke his leg. “Oh, how dreadful”, his neighbours lamented.
“Maybe”, the old farmer shrugged.
The following week, the army came to the village to conscript young men to take to war but the farmer’s son, with his broken leg, was left behind. The neighbours gathered to congratulate the farmer on his family’s good fortune.
Trust that everything that happens has a purpose and brings us to be who we are today.
~ peace ~