When a friend wrote this phrase in a text this evening, I recalled fondly another friend, whose birthday it was yesterday, who still calls me "K" -- a nickname that originated from him calling me que sera sera. My sister called me that too at the time.
Nickname or no nickname, I wasn't much good at living the "whatever will be will be" in those days. I'm better at it now.
Case in point: my experience with the friend who texted me this phrase today and followed it up with this song suggestion for my blog. This is a man with whom I've spent a few evenings of enjoyable banter (mostly of the education policy and political variety) accompanied by beers or margaritas and some longing gazes into his beautiful blue eyes, but nothing other than a hug or a kiss on the cheek has ever transpired between us. When we first met, I was wide open to possibilities on the man front -- but over time, as things have gotten more serious with my long distance love, what I'm potentially up for has evolved into a strictly physical my-heart-is- already-taken-but-my-body-could-use-some-company kind of thing. As it turns out, he's not game for that, but seems intent on maintaining some sort of connection, to which I am open. See how well I'm rolling with things these days?
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will there be rainbows day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be, will be
Que sera sera...
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