There was once a farmer in a village. One day, his horse ran away. So, the villagers came up to him and said, "That's bad." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hard to say."

The next day, the horse came back with seven wild horses. So, the villagers came up to him and said, "More horses, that's good." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hard to say."

A week later, the farmer's son was riding one of the wild horses and was thrown off it. As a result, he broke his leg. So, the villagers came up to him and said, "That's bad." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hard to say."

The next week, the king sent word commanding all able men of age to enlist in the army for the upcoming war against a neighbouring kingdom. The farmer's son wasn't enlisted as he had a broken leg. Now, the villagers came up to him and said, "That's good." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hard to say."

This is a story (or a variation of this story) I've heard or read multiple times in different contexts over the years.

And this story sums up Buddhism, whose core belief is that craving leads to suffering. Either craving for something good to last, or craving for something bad to go away. And where there is no craving, there is no suffering.

When you meditate, the goal is to not judge the thoughts that come to your head, but to just let them flow and observe them from a distance. We're not labeling something as good or bad. We just take it as it comes. And not hold on to it.