Here is a zen story:
There was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his prized horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.
"Such bad luck," they clucked sympathetically.
The farmer replied, "We'll see..."
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.
"How wonderful!" the neighbors exclaimed.
The old man replied, just as calmly as before, "We'll see..."
The following day, his only son tried to ride one of the untamed horses. Alas, the wild horse threw him off its back and the son broke his leg and became lame. The neighbours again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
Looking at a distance, the farmer answered, "We'll see..."
Soon after, a terrible war broke out with the neighbouring country. Military officials came to the village to draft all the able-bodied young men into the army. Seeing that the farmer's son was lame, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
The farmer said, "We'll see..."
What is this story trying to tell us?