Que Sera Sera

We are people who are constantly caught up in the future, of what is to come, of what is to be, that what’s not yet here. Thinking and overthinking, worrying ourselves sick. And on then our past has an iron grip over us, refusing to let us go. Or it is us who refuse to let go of it. We are so caught up in our past, constantly worrying about the future that we forget that we have a present to live.

We analyse and over analyse to the extent that that what we fear ends up coming to pass. We are so scarred by past that we develop a fear towards taking chances, towards taking risks, towards living life. We are so fearful of being hurt that we refuse to give life a chance, to give our heart a chance to beat again. Experiences may shape who we become but it’s upto us how do we want these experiences to shape us, for the better or for the worse.

We are so caught up in an image that we fear of being seen for who we are. We fear to appear vulnerable, keeping a check over our emotions, holding back the tears, after all it’s been instilled in us that boys don’t cry. We have been thought specific traits and we try to toe the line to the best of our ability, not giving ourselves the slightest chance to be ourselves, not allowing ourselves to show ourselves, living in a constant fear of opinions and judgements. 

We are so caught up in our future and our past that we overlook our present. We worry about things to come that we don’t allow it to take its natural course. We are so damaged by our past that we fear what is to come. In the end we end up living between the past and the future but never truly in the present. Both ending up holding us back.

So as Elsa said, we’ve go to let it go, don’t let them hold you back anymore. You’ve got to break free of the shackles of the past, that what’s tying us down, holding you back. What happened has happened, its time we learn and move on. There’s no use crying over spilt milk. Let yourself heal, but don’t fear those scars, don’t let it affect you. 

We’ve got to stop fretting about the future, about things that are not yet here, things that we don’t have power on. It’s time we let life take its natural course without worrying about the course it will take. We’ve got to learn to take things as it comes without worrying about what could and what should be.

So in the end, we can truly say...

Que será, será

Whatever will be, will be

The future's not ours to see

Que será, será

What will be, will be

The Boo Experience

It’s the night of Halloween, the day of the dead. The day when the whole world turns into one big cosplay. People, young and old, dressed as ghost and ghouls and things most foul, prowling the streets asking trick or treat. It’s a day for candy rush (not candy crush) and for brining on the scares. But have you ever wondered if there was indeed a thin veil that kept the afterlife at bay. In short, do you believe in ghosts?

Have you ever wondered about what lurks in the dark, the things that goes bump in the night, if there’s someone hiding in the shadows waiting to jump you. Have you ever felt you were being followed, been stared upon, only to turn around to find no one there. Have you felt that breath at the back of your neck that drives a shiver up your spine (or is it down your spine), chills you to the bone.

Try walking home in the dark after watching a scary movie. If you are a scary boob like me, you’ll begin to hear things, or imagine hearing things. And then all your senses are heightened with fear that sleep deserts you and you’ll float too unless you say one Our Father And three Hail Marys (my go to scare buster).

For some it maybe just old nan’s tale (to borrow something from the equally scary Game of Thrones... have you seen the White Walkers and walking dead?). Something to keep hyper hormonal teenagers at bay. In a way, their very own version of birth control. These are just for entertainment purpose, trying make money from the scares. So there’s nothing like the headless horseman staring at your  building (never did understand this one), or the lady in white that roams the passages of your building with a candle, or the infamous teen Mundi lady.

But what if, just what if, there’s someone that stalked our dreams with knives instead of fingers, or a machete wielding, hockey mask wearing killer on the lookout nubile teenagers trying to get it on, or scary demonic clowns with red balloons trying to entice you, or a ghost face wearing serial killer stalking young couple and quizzing you with horror movie trivia. If these were real, an already scary world would indeed be a scarier place.

So whether you believe it or not, or you just brush it aside as a figment of your imagination, your blind faith, there are certainly things that are unexplainable. These may or may not be of the supernatural kind, but there certainly are things beyond our understanding.

So before I try and wrap this write up(or blog... whatever you want to call it) let me ask you one question. What’s your favourite scary movie?