I like that parable. It's a good one. I often think about how our perceptions shape our experience so much and how many tricks our mind plays on us.... Makes me laugh at myself when I recognize my mind attaching subjective meanings to the world around me - I think this is lost on a lot of people and they dont realize they do it... I know I only recognize a fraction of the times I do, because I probably do it to everything I see or experience!
This parable reminds me true story i read a couple of year ago, about a resilient woman in Australia during the 70's. Will keep it short and succinct, ill try make time to make an account and post some deeper analysis later in the week ( ( ( <3 ) ) )
This woman came from an broken family and as a child she would create the most fantastic water colour paintings. This was her escape from reality, as the scenes she would paint were sureal and vividly colourful.
Later in life she had escaped an abusive relationship, and was homeless on the street of Sydney. Whilst sleeping in the botanical gardens one day, she saw a poster, looking for artist to illustrate plants for new run of interpretive signage.
She remembered painting as one of the few joys in her life, so bought herself some children watercolour paints and laid some images out in a little a4 notebook. She landed the job, but was asked to reproduce the images on heavy gauge paper using proper pigments. These were so successful that she was recommended for a job in the department of environments and sustainability, painting invasive weeds for info-posters.
She went on to become one of the most successful and well regard botanical illustrators in Australia's history, and still paints for the botanical gardens today. Her only regret, is that she can no longer paint surreal landscapes. She spent so long analyzing the true form of nature, that she has lost her capacity for abstraction
A farmer lived with his son on a small piece of land. They did not have much, but they did have one good horse that they were able to plow the fields with. One day, while repairing the plow, the horse ran away. The farmer did not see this as a disaster though.
A week later, the farmer was surprised to find that the horse had returned with a second wild horse. Now the farmer had two horses! But he did not call this a blessing.
Weeks later, while breaking in the new horse, the farmer’s son was thrown from the horse and broke his hip. The son’s hip healed, but only to a point, and even though he was still able to help his father, he was limited in the work he could do. Again, the farmer did not consider this a disaster.
The next month, an army came through. They were short on troops and forced every able young man to join their ranks. But the army had no use for a man with a broken hip.