๐ The Lost Horse
An old man loses his horse.
The town feels sorry for him: โWhat a misfortune.โ
The old man replies: โWho knows?โ.
The horse returns with more horses.
The town celebrates: โWhat good luck.โ
The old man replies: โWho knows?โ.
The son falls from a horse and breaks his leg.
The town mourns: โWhat a tragedy.โ
The old man replies: โWho knows?โ.
A war breaks out and all the young men are sent to the frontโฆ except for his son.
The world is like this: the "fools" label everything as good or bad instantly.
The wise wait.
Time puts everything in its place, not the emotions of the moment.
๐ What breaks you today may save you tomorrow.
๐ What you celebrate today may be the seed of your downfall.
If you do not learn to look beyond the first impression, you will live like the townspeople: a slave to the ups and downs, begging for joys and crying over misfortunes.
The old man was not a fortune teller. He was free.
Free because he did not depend on what happened, but on how he interpreted it.
That is being stoic: not marrying euphoria or pain.
Just looking ahead and saying: โWho knows?โ.
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