Wednesday, November 6, 2024

人間万事塞翁が馬 Ningen Banji Saiou ga Uma

人間万事塞翁が馬


Ningen Banji Saiou ga Uma

Human's Everything Saiou's Horse


Long, long ago there lived a poor old farmer in China named Saiou. He only had one son and one horse to work the farm, until one day his horse ran off.  His friends and neighbors came to console him. “That’s so bad about your horse” 

But Saiou calmly replied; "Bad? good? Who knows?"


A few days later when out working the field his horse returned with another younger, stronger horse following it. News of this spread quickly and once again friends and neighbors stopped by, this time exclaiming "How lucky you are!" 

But ol Saiou just smiled and said "Lucky? Unlucky? Who knows?"


Sure enough the very next day the new horse threw his son. He landed hard and broke his arm. Neighbors and friends came to see him. “We're so sorry to hear about your son"

 Saiou replied "Bad luck, Good luck, Who knows?"


A week later a warlord arrived on horseback. He was going through the area collecting all the young men to go fight and die in the Emperor's latest war. When Saiou called his son outside the warlord saw the boy's condition and moved on without him. 


And the neighbors came by and said...

And Saiou replied...

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In late summer 1998 I moved from the place I grew up and spent most of my life (Central California) to a small town in Japan. I loved training in Shotkan and dreamt of training in Japan someday, I just didn't know someday would arrive when it did. I signed a one year English teaching contract, missed California life quite a bit but decided okay one more year then that's it. A few months into that second year contract I met a girl. You can probably guess the rest. The plan was return to California eventually but here I am still--still with that girl and now three awesome getting bigger every day kids to boot. Sometimes we pick the journey. Sometimes life does. I still enjoy doing martial arts. Still learning how to dad. Got a house, learned the word expat, etc. Oh yeah, and I love to write. Not that I know anything more about it than what I haven't forgotten that English teachers taught me. More that I find joy in doing it. Write for who or about what? The greatest American poet sums it up best: "One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself".