Everything in life holds both a blessing and a
curse. We deny this when we label the events of our
lives as either good or bad. The following old
Zen story illustrates this lesson most
effectively.
A farmer had a horse but one day, the horse ran
away and so the farmer and his son had to plow
their fields themselves. Their neighbors said, "Oh,
what bad luck that your horse ran away!" But the
farmer replied, "Bad luck, good luck, who knows?"
The next week, the horse returned to the farm,
bringing a herd of wild horses with him. "What
wonderful luck!" cried the neighbors, but the farmer
responded, "Good luck, bad luck, who knows?"
Then, the farmer's son was thrown as he tried to
ride one of the wild horses, and he broke his
leg. "Ah, such bad luck," sympathized the neighbors.
Once again, the farmer responded, "Bad luck,
good luck, who knows?"
A short time later, the ruler of the country
recruited all young men to join his army for battle.
The son, with his broken leg, was left at home.
"What good luck that your son was not forced into
battle!" celebrated the neighbors. And the farmer
remarked, "Good luck, bad luck, who knows?"
"Do not judge, and you will never be mistaken."
-- Jean Jacques Rousseau
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Q: What kind of good luck you really wish to have?

Q: what do you really think you can learn or get new understanding from your recent bad luck?