There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. "May be," the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "May be," replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "May be," answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "May be." said the farmer.
(ဒီပံုျပင္ႏွင့္ ထပ္တူက်တဲ့ ပံုျပင္မ်ိဳး ကၽြန္ေတာ္တို ့ျမန္မာလူမႈပတ္၀န္းက်င္မွာ ေျပာေလ့ေျပာထရွိၾကပါတယ္။ စာဖတ္သူမ်ားလည္း သိၾကလိမ့္မယ္လို ့ထင္ပါတယ္ခင္ဗ်ား။)