A Man Loses His Horse: Bad Luck or Good Luck?

Saiweng lost a horse, but that may not have been bad luck. (Image: By Guillaume Jacquet - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, Link)
Saiweng lost a horse, but that may not have been bad luck. (Image: Guillaume Jacquet via Wikimedia Commons)

On the north side of the frontier, there was a man who raised horses. His name was Saiweng. One day, Saiweng’s horse escaped from his stable and ran across the border into the territory of the Hu people. Saiweng’s neighbors were saddened and tried to comfort him, but Saiweng smiled and said: “Yes, I’ve lost my horse, but it may turn out to be a good thing.”

A few months later, he came back to Saiweng, together with another animal, which belonged to the Hu. The neighbors congratulated Saiweng, but he frowned saying: “This may not be a good thing.”

'An old horse knows the way' is an expression for an old hand, one who knows the ropes and can lead you out of problems — one of the many popular Chinese idioms. (Image: pixabay / CC0 1.0)
A few months later, the horse came back to Saiweng, together with another horse, which belonged to the Hu. (Image: Pixabay)

Saiweng’s son fell off the horse and broke his leg

Saiweng had a son who liked horse riding. One day, he decided to ride the new animal, but fell off and broke his leg. The neighbors worried that Saiweng would become depressed and visited him. “My son broke his leg, but it may turn out to be a good thing,” said Saiweng. Everyone assumed that he must have become confused by emotion.

Soon after that, the Hu invaded the border. All the young men were drafted to serve as soldiers and most were killed on the battlefield; however, Saiweng’s son was spared thanks to his broken leg.

Perhaps we can take a lesson from Saiweng and try to stay open-minded instead of jumping to conclusions. What appears to be good or bad may turn out not to be, so just go with the flow. Since you can never know whether something is a good or a bad thing, you are better off staying calm and lighthearted, as only time will tell.

Translated by Yi Ming, edited by Emiko Kingswell

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    David was born in the Midwestern section of the U.S. during the turbulent sixties. At an early age he took an interest in music and during high school and college played lead guitar for various local bands. After graduating with a B.A. in Psychology, he left the local music scene to work on a road crew installing fiber optic cable on telephone poles in various cities. After having to climb up a rotted pole surrounded by fencing, he turned to the world of I.T. where he now shares laughter with his wife and tends to his beehives in between writing articles on Chinese culture and social issues.

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