This speech was given by one of my highschool teachers at the National Honor Society Induction. It had originally been a graduation speech, it made me laugh, and it made me cry. I really like it.
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one
tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits
of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of
my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of
your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and
beauty of your youth until they've faded. But rust me, in twenty
years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way
you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you andhow
fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to
solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real
troubles in your life are apt to be things that blindside you at
4 P.M. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that
scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other
people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with
yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on
jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The
race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you
recieve. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell
me how.
Keep your old letters. Throw
your away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't
know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting
people I know didn't know at twenty-two what they wanted to do
with their lives. Some of the most interesting fourty year olds I
know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind
to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
divorce at forty, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your
seventy-fifth wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your
choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every
way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think
of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere
to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if
you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You
never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your
siblings. They're the best link to your past and the people most
likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come
and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to
bridge the gaps in geography and lifestlye, because the older you
get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were
young.
Live in New York City once, but
leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once,
but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable
truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too,
will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you
were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and
children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to
support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a
wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your
hair, or by the time you're forty it will look eighty-five.
Be careful whose advice you
buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of
nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the
disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and
recycyling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.