There was an old man in one of the village. He was very poor but even the King was jealous of him … He had such a legendary white horse that the King offered almost all of his treasure to the old man for this horse, but the man did not want to sell it ..
“This horse is not a horse for me; “Will a friend sell a human friend” he always said. That’s up one morning, no horse. The peasant gathered at the head of the old man: “You old senile, it was obvious that they would not leave this horse to you, but steal it. If you sold it to the king, you would live like a gentleman for the rest of your life. Now you have neither money nor throw away ”…

The old man said: “Don’t be in a hurry to decide.” Say “Only the horse is missing”, “Because this is the truth. Beyond that, it’s your interpretation and decision. My horse’s disappearance, a misfortune or a chance? We don’t know this yet. Because this is just the beginning. Nobody knows how it will come back. “
The villagers laughed at the old senile. Before 15 days passed, the horse suddenly returned one night… It turns out that it was not stolen, it went to the mountains by itself. On his way back, he followed and brought 12 wild horses from the valley. Seeing this, the villagers gathered and apologized to the ithiyar.
They said “fatherhood”, “You were right. The loss of your horse is not a misfortune, it has become a godsend for you, now you have a horse herd .. “
“You are in a hurry to decide again,” said the old man. “Just say the horse is back. The known truth is just that. We do not yet know what will bring him beyond. This is just the beginning.
How can you get an idea about the book as soon as you read the first word of the first sentence? “
The villagers clearly did not make fun of the old man this time, but they said, “This guy is really retarded.” Less than a week later, the only son of the old man who tried to train the wild horses fell from the horse and broke his foot. The son, who provided for the house, would now stay in bed for a long time. The villagers have come back to the old age. They said, “You were right once again.”
“Your only son will not be able to use his leg for a long time because of these horses. However, there is no one else to take care of you. Now you will be poorer and poorer than before ”. The old man replied, “You have a disease of early decision making.”
“Don’t be in that hurry. My son broke his leg. This is the truth. Beyond is your decision. But I wonder how true. Life comes in such small chunks and you are never told what will happen next. ”

A few weeks later, the enemies attacked with a massively large army. With one last hope, the king summoned all the gun-holding young men to the army. The officers who came to the village enlisted all the young people except the old man’s broken-legged son. The village was mourned. Because your war
it was impossible to win, everyone knew that the young people who left would either die or be captured.
The villagers have come to old age again… They said, “It turned out that you were right again”. “Your son’s leg is broken, but at least next to him. But perhaps ours’ll never returned to the village. The broken leg of his son was not unfortunate, it turned out to be a luck… “
“You keep making decisions early,” said the old man. “Yet nobody knows what will happen. There is only one reality. My son is with me, yours are in the army… But only God knows which of them are fortune and which unlucky.

Lao Tzu concluded his story with the following advice:
“Don’t take your decision in a hurry. Avoid looking at a small slice of life and making decisions about the whole. Decision; it is a state of mind to stop.
Once you decide, reason stops thinking and therefore developing.
Besides, the mind always forces people for a decision. Because being in a state of development is dangerous and makes people uneasy. Yet the trip never ends. As a road ends, a new one begins. One door shuts, another opens. You reach a goal and a higher goal is immediately
You will see it is there. “