OMG, Mom was totally right!
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When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Since I am just a boy
At school I asked my
Teacher what should I try
Should I paint pictures
Should I sing songs
This was her wise reply
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Guess what my lover said
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be fairy
Will I be rich
I tell them wait and see
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
-- I have since adapted Mom's wisdom to a simple phrase that one of my ninety-something-year-old dementia clients used to say (during one of her MANY moments of ABSOLUTE CLARITY):
"IT IS WHAT IT IS!"
i.e. there are some things in life that will never make sense. Accept life for what it is. You can't go back and change yesterday. You can't predict tomorrow. Live in today and make the best of it. Play the hand you're dealt to the best of your ability and learn to let go of things that are beyond your control!
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