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There is an old Zen story that goes like this:
Long ago in Ancient China, an old farmer had a mare that served him very well for many years. One day the mare broke through the fence and ran away into the hills. When the farmers neighbours learned of this, they came to the farmer and said, “Bad luck very very Bad luck. It is planning season and you don’t have a horse during planting season to till the fields, what misfortune this is...” The farmer listened and then replied, “Good luck, Bad luck. Who knows?”
A few days later, the mare returned with two great stallions. When the neighbours learned of this, they visited the farmer. “Good luck very very Good luck, with these fine stallions you are now a rich man! what good fortune this is!”. The farmer listened and again replied, “Good luck, Bad luck. Who knows?”
Later that day, the farmer's only son was attempting to break one of the untamed stallions in the yard but was thrown off and broke his leg. When the neighbours learned of this, they came to the farmer. “Bad luck very very bad luck, it is planting season and now there is no one to help you in the fields”. The farmer listened, and once more said, “Good luck, Bad luck. Who knows?”
The very next day, the emperor’s royal army rode into the town and conscripted all the able-bodied men and boys to join the war. When the army arrived at the farmers house they saw his son with a broken leg and moved on. Soon the neighbours arrived. Teary eyed they said to the farmer, “Yours is the only son who was not taken from his family and sent to war. What good fortune this is for you, very very good luck…” to which the farmer replied, “Good luck, bad luck. Who knows?...”