I came across some advice that I haven’t heard in a long time. This is a song by Baz Luhrmann that I heard during my graduating year of high school. They are words that I live by today and I would advise that you take heed. The words are very simple but they have a very powerful meaning behind them. I didn’t give it much thought when I first heard them but I’m realizing now that I’m doing exactly what the author told me to do. Well, everything except the sunscreen part.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of Ã¢â‚¬â„¢99, 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. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be reckless with other peopleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hearts, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re ahead, sometimes youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re behind. The race is long, and in the end, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel guilty if you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll miss them when theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re gone.
Maybe youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll marry, maybe you wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, maybe youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have children, maybe you wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, maybe youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll divorce at 40, maybe youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody elseÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the greatest instrument youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew 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.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
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 recycling it for more than itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.