We sweat the small stuff

My ox has died and I have no animal to help me plough my field! Isn’t this the worst thing that could have possibly happened?”

The wise old man replied, “Maybe so, maybe not.” The man hurried back to the village and reported to his neighbours 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. Ploughing the field had never been easier.