There was an old man in the village. He was very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. He was offered the horse for fabulous money, but the old man said, "This horse is not a horse, but a person to me How can you sell a person, a friend.?" The man was poor, but never agreed to sell the horse.
One morning he found his horse in the stable. He gathered the entire village and all the condemned old man: "You are - stupid old man, - he said - We knew that someday the horse is stolen It would be better you sold it What a bad luck...!" The old man said: "I do not know the whole story I do not know whether he left or taken away there is the fact everything else - the judgment Is it bad luck or a blessing I do not know, because it's all just part of who knows.... that next? "
People laughed. They always knew he was a bit crazy. But after fifteen days, the horse suddenly returned, moreover, he brought with him four foals.

The people gathered again and said, "You were right, old man, it was not bad luck, it's - benefit."

Again, the old man said: "I do not know the whole history I know is that the horse was not, then he returned Who knows, it is a blessing or not you have read a single word in a sentence - how can you judge the whole book..?" But people still thought he was wrong, because the horses became more!
The old man was the only son. He started to go around the foals and a week later fell and broke his leg. People said, "That's bad luck because Your only son has lost the opportunity to go, and he was the only support you would have done better if you had sold the horse would be at least the money!".
And once again the old man said to them: "You are obsessed with judgment, do not go so far as I know is that my son fell and broke his leg Nobody knows, bad luck or a blessing..."
It so happened that a few weeks in the country, war broke out, and all the young people drafted into the army. Only the old man's son was left, because he was crippled. All residents were crying because of the battle were lost, and the majority of young people were killed. People came to the old man and said to him: "You were right, it was good Maybe your son and crippled, but he is with you, our sons are gone forever.".
Once again, the old man said: "You continue to try I do not know the whole story, and nobody knows judgment is frozen state of mind Do not judge, or you will never become one with the whole...."
In fact, the journey never ends. One of the ends, but another begins, one door closes, another - opens. You reach the top, but there is another, higher. Life is a never-ending journey!