This is a story a friend of mine shared with me a few days ago:
A man set out on a journey through a forest.
After walking a short distance, he tripped and fell. It didn’t hurt much; just some minor scratches. He picked himself up and walked again.
It wasn’t long before he tripped and fell again. This time, more scratches, but it didn’t quite bother him. He got up and continued walking.
When he tripped and fell a third time, he got a deep cut on his knee. Now that was very painful, he begun to wonder what is it about the forest that caused him such pain. Nonetheless he carried on walking.
When he next fell, it was into a deep hole in the ground. This time he broke his leg. As he lay in the hole, unable to climb out, he cursed and swore at the forest for the ordeal he was in. But that didn’t quite make things better, so he begun calling out for help.
A woodcutter soon heard his cries, and rescued him out of the hole. As they rested under a nearby tree, the man told the woodcutter about his stroke of bad luck ever since he entered the forest.
The woodcutter thought for a while, and then asked the man what he thought all these trouble meant.
Not knowing the answer, the man hazarded a guess anyway. “Why me?”
The woodcutter shook his head and said, “Why don’t you look where you are going?”