Humans are strange. When they were just little boys and girls, they asked their mothers (or sweethearts) what will they be. Will they be pretty (or handsome)? Will they be rich? Will there be rainbows day after day? And their mothers (or sweethearts) said to them : Que sera, sera*. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera.
Blame Doris Day (pictured) for this widespread parental inquiries.
Personally, I think the mothers of these poor children should have answered the questions in a more direct and honest way instead of just leaving everything up to fate (the "sera" part).
1. Will I be pretty (or handsome)? Just look at me and your father.
2. Will I be rich? You may become rich but I don't think it's very likely. Don't count on it.
3. Will there be rainbow day after day? Only if you stay by the waterfalls or fountains the rest of of your life because those are the only places where there is constant moisture and water droplets in the atmosphere and also provided the sun is shining bright everday which is needed to form rainbow. Get it?
Mr. B. was told today that there shall be a formal discussion of what he wants to be when he grows up in the place he works. He wanted to say "Whatever will be, will be. The future's not mine to see." But he feared that the person he takes order from might think he was singing or he was mad or both.
The point is that there is no point in the whole exercise. Mr. B. already made it clear what he wanted to be when he grows up a few years ago, but he was given a 2-hour lecture on "why he shouldn't want to be what he wanted to be." Mr. B. came out of the lecture more confused than enlightened. So he said "Whatever."
So the whole rigodon starts again... to the music of Doris Day.
* The phrase Que Sera Sera is an invention of the song lyricist Jay Livingston and is not in proper Spanish, Italian or French language. And I bet you don't know that. Whatever...