Get Comfortable Not Knowing

An article from “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff” by Richard Carlson, PhD

There once was a village that had among its people a very wise old man. The villagers trusted this man to provide them answers to their questions and concerns.

One day, a farmer from the village went to the wise man and said in a frantic tone, “Wise man, help me. A horrible thing happened. My ox has died and I have no animal to help me plow my field!

The wise old man replied, “Maybe so, maybe not.”

The man hurried back to the village and reported to his neighbors that the wise man had gone mad. Surely this was the worst thing that could have happened. Why couldn’t he see this?

The very next day, however, a strong, young horse was seen near the man’s farm. Because the man had no ox to rely on, he had the idea to catch the horse to replace his ox. And he did. How joyful the farmer was! Plowing the field had never been easier. He went back to the wise man to apologize. “You were right, wise man. Losing my ox wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. It was a blessing in disguise! I would never have captured my new horse had that not happened. You must agree that this is the best thing that could have happened.”

The wise man replied once again, “Maybe so, maybe not.”

Not again, thought the farmer. Surely the wise man had gone mad now. But once again, the farmer did not know what was to happen.

A few days later the farmer’s son was riding the horse and was thrown off. He broke his leg and would not be able to help with the crop. Once again, the farmer went to the wise man. This time he said, ”How did you know that capturing the horse was not a good thing? You were right again. My son was injured and won’t be able to help with the crop. I am sure that this is the worst thing that could have happened.”

The wise man calmly looked at the farmer and replied, “Maybe so, maybe not.”

The farmer stormed back to the village enraged.

The next day, troops arrived to take every able-bodied man to the war that had just broken out. The farmer’s son was the only young man in the village who did not have to go. He would live, while the others would surely die.

The moral of this story is that we don’t know what’s going to happen – we just think we do. Often we make a big deal out of things. We blow up the scenarios in our mind and most of the time we are wrong. If we keep our cool and stay open to all possibilities, we can be reasonably certain that eventually, all is well.

Remember: Maybe so, maybe not.