By Pam Luedtke
In 1956, a song from the movie “The Man Who Knew Too Much” won an Oscar and became the runaway hit and signature song of the one and only Doris Day. The song was “Que Sera Sera” (“Whatever Will Be, Will Be”). It is a simple but catchy tune sung by a mother to her child in answer to her child’s questions about what the future will bring.I remember the song from my childhood, but hadn’t thought of it in years. And so it was a surprise when it began to play in my head recently, sung loud and strong by Doris herself, looking just as she did back then in her bouffant blonde splendor. And I have to admit, I’ve continued playing the song in my head since then because I have found it helpful in a strange and surreal sort of way.
After all these months watching the news, being stunned by the latest developments in the “wild west show” in our country right now, feeling that building tension with the uncertainty of it all; there came a moment recently when I realized that I just had to let it go.
I just had to let it go. This was all just getting too difficult, too painful. A new drama every day. A steady diet of chaos and confusion. It’s not all Donald Trump, but he is certainly driving a large part of it. Lately everything seems to have been dialed up a notch or two, and there is no end in sight. How much longer can this go on? How much worse can it get? Where is this all going to end up?
And then I had my “Doris Day moment”, and the darn song started playing in my head. “Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera. What will be, will be.” Now, truth be told, I have never cared much for the song nor took it seriously. But I went with it anyway. And strangely enough, it calmed me right down. Hearing this song was oddly comforting and gave me a chuckle too. Like magic, it broke the spell that sometimes comes over me when I start to worry too much.
And since then, I seem to have lightened up about things in the world and taken on a new perspective. And I happily replay Doris’s hit in my head whenever I need to.
Trump’s agenda, if he has one, is incomprehensible. We don’t know what he’s going to do next, and what the effects of his actions will be. Sometimes it seems like a runaway train. Can it be stopped or slowed down? Will it go off the track or over the cliff? Who knows. Perhaps it just needs to run its course and come to whatever end a runaway train will meet.
At some point, all this will pass by and things will settle down again. I’d like to think there’s something we could be doing now, to help ourselves be in a better position when that time comes. Perhaps we could start to look ahead, think about how and where we’d like things to be bettered in the world, and start getting ready for that. I believe in the principle that energy follows thought, so if we were to start thinking and contemplating what changes we’d like to see in the future, we could potentially start the rebuilding process already. In time, that vision just might manifest. Of course, I’m assuming that there could very likely be some order to restore and rebuilding to do after the Trump train has blown through.
So even though there may be very little we can do about what is going on in the current spectacle, other than to accept it, whatever it will be, this may also be where we can make a departure from Doris Day’s famous song. . . because “the future could be ours to see” if we but take the chance to imagine it.