| 29 Sep 2004 @ 14:55, by Scotty
Would You buy a house if you were only allowed to see one of its rooms?
Would you by a car if you were allowed to see only its tires and a taillight?
Would you pass judgement on a book after reading only one paragraph?
No - neither would I.
Good judgement means having a broad picture.
Not only does that go for buying houses cars and books it’s even more true in evaluating life.... or people !
One failure doesn’t make a person a failure - one achievement doesn’tmake a person a success either !
Recently I had occasion to speak with a friend about seeing people by their true colours ! It suddenly hit me that this is probably one of the most common excuses we use when justifying our being judgmental of other people - never realising that when we see the other persons true colours we are in fact seeing them through our own !!
I don't know if many of you here are into fables - this one here is quite a simple one and yet for those of us who try to pass judgment on life (or people) the message is really quite profound.....
Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, for he owned a beautiful white horse.
Even the king coveted his treasure. A horse like this had never been seen before — such was its splendor, its majesty, its streng that people offered fabulous prices for the steed, but the old man always refused. “This horse is not a horse to me,” he would tell them. “It is a person. How could you sell a person? He is a friend, not a possession. How could you sell a friend?”
The man was poor and the temptation was great. But he never sold the horse. One morning he found that the horse was not in the stable. All the village came to see him.“You old fool,” they scoffed, “we told you that someone would steal your horse. We warned you that you would be robbed. You are so poor. How could you ever hope to protect such a valuable animal? It would have been better to have sold him. You could have gotten whatever price you wanted. No amount would have been too high. Now the horse is gone, and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.” The old man responded, “Don’t speak too quickly. Say only that the horse is not in the stable.That is all we know; the rest is judgment.
If I’ve been cursed or not, how can you know? How can you judge?”
The people contested, “Don’t make us out to be fools! We may not be philosophers, but great philosophy is not needed. The simple fact that your horse is gone is a curse.”The old man spoke again. “All I know is that the stable is empty, and the horse is gone. The restI don’t know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say. All we can see is a fragment. Who can say what will come next?”
The people of the village laughed. They thought that the man was crazy. They had always thought he was fool; if he wasn’t, he would have sold the horse and lived off the money. But instead, he was a poor woodcutter, an old man still cutting firewood and dragging it out of the forest and selling it. He lived hand to mouth in the misery of poverty. Now he had proven that he was, indeed, a fool.
After fifteen days, the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses with him. Once again the village people gathered around the woodcutter and spoke. “Old man, you were right and we were wrong. What we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.”The man responded, “Once again, you go too far. Say only that the horse is back. State only thata dozen horses returned with him, but don’t judge. How do you know if this is a blessing or not? You see only a fragment. Unless you know the whole story, how can you judge? You read only one page of abook. Can you judge the whole book? You read only one word of a phrase. Can you understand the entire phrase?“Life is so vast, yet you judge all of life with one page or one word. All you have is a fragment!Don’t say that this is a blessing. No one knows. I am content with what I know. I am not perturbed by what I don’t.”
Maybe the old man is right,” they said to one another. So they said little. But down deep, they knew he was wrong. They knew it was a blessing. Twelve wild horses had returned with one horse. Witha little bit of work, the animals could be broken and trained and sold for much money. The old man had a son, an only son. The young man began to break the wild horses. After a fewdays, he fell from one of the horses and broke both legs. Once again the villagers gathered around theold man and cast their judgements. “You were right,” they said. “You proved you were right. The dozen horses were not a blessing.They were a curse. Your only son has broken his legs, and now in your old age you have no one to helpyou. Now you are poorer than ever.” The old man spoke again. “You people are obsessed with judging. Don’t go so far. Say only thatmy son broke his legs. Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse? No one knows. We only have a fragment.Life comes in fragments.”It so happened that a few weeks later the country engaged in war against a neighboring country.All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he was injured. Once again the people gathered around the old man, crying andscreaming because their sons had been taken. There was little chance that they would return. Theenemy was strong, and the war would be a losing struggle. They would never see their sons again.“You were right, old man,” they wept. “God knows you were right. This proves it. Yours son’saccident was a blessing. His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you. Our sons are gone forever.”The old man spoke again. “It is impossible to talk with you. You always draw conclusions. Noone knows. Say only this: Your sons had to go to war, and mine did not. No one knows if it is a blessingor a curse. No one is wise enough to know. Only God knows.”
"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook."
- William James
(some of you may recognise this same story that I posted in an earlier article called Good luck Bad luck - who knows.. anyway - the message is the same - and SO important that I dont mind posting it twice !)