Whatever will be, will be

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.

That's always been one of my favorite songs. I remember hearing it as I lay in my bed as a little girl, listening to the soft music playing on the radio down the hall in the living room.

Even then I spent too much time worrying about the future. I want to let the worry go, and accept whatever comes. Instead I just let everything go. Or else I turn completely around and grab the past to cling to.

Okay, I know I'm in a whiney/depressed mood. I blame it on people who blog without realizing that others will read what is written.