Once upon a time there was a farmer who lived in a small community in ancient China torn by feudal wars.

One good day the farmer's horse escaped. The neighbours gathered to sympathize with the farmer saying that he had a "bad luck". The farmer thanked them and said "Maybe".

A few days later the horse came back and brought several wild horses with him. Again, the neighbours got together to congratulate the farmer on this "good luck". Again, the farmer said "Maybe".

Some time later the farmer's son tried to mount one of the wild horses and ended up falling and breaking his leg. The neighbours came to the farmer's house to comment the "bad luck" that he had. Once again, the farmer said: "Maybe".

In a couple of days there came soldiers to recruit the young men of the village. The farmer's son was young and strong but since his leg was broken they let him stay with his family. The neighbours gathered once again commenting the "good luck" of the farmer's son. Yet again the farmer said: "Maybe".

Destiny is something similar to this story. We never know. Something that seems great right now might turn out to be not that great later on. And something that we just can't accept will be more than welcome in different circumstances.

Ramesh Balsekar "Consciousness Speaks"