The appearance of things changes according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
– Kahlil Gibran –
The idea of living an abundant life can be as non-descript as the concept of authentic living — both carry a different value and meaning for every one of us and can either be a flaky buzz-word or a tangible reality. However, I believe we all search for both abundance and truthfulness in our lives.
For me, abundance simply means to be more aware, appreciative and receptive to the significant moments that happen every day around me; to live a purpose-driven and passionate life and to love as honestly as I possibly can. Unfortunately, I sometimes fall into the trap of playing the ‘Good Luck versus Bad Luck’ game… or measuring the ‘haves’ against the ‘have-nots’.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that abundance and ‘bad luck’ are strange bedfellows.
This morning, I came across this folk story:
An old farmer had a very old horse that he used to till his fields. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and when the farmer’s neighbours sympathised with him over his bad luck, the farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”
A week later, the horse returned with a herd of horses from the hills and this time the neighbours congratulated him on his good luck. His reply was, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”
Then, when the farmer’s son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, his son fell off the horse’s back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”
Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there and off they went to fight. Most of them died on the battle field. When they saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg, they let him off.
Images: Francois Lubbe.
Text: FR Lubbe (Story of the farmer: Author Unknown)