Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97

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 nevermind;

you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 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 and how fabulous you really looked….You’re 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

bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that

never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4p

mon some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday 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 the 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.

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 22 what they

wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 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 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky

chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever 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 what other people

think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll everown..

Dance…

even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own 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 are 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 for the precious few you

should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and

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.

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 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 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

ït’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI

sunt rani pe care timpul nu le vindeca..dar cu care putem invata sa traim

Am invatat sa iau totul ca atare, sa nu-mi complic existenta cu intrebari, cu cereri de lamuriri, cautand raspunsuri desi imi place sa mi se raspunda la ce intreb, sunt momente si persoane carora nu le cer raspunsuri. De ce? Pentru ca nici ele nu le au sau nu le vor, pentru ca nici macar nu merita efortul meu de a fi pus intrebarea. De obicei cand mi se intampla ceva mai putin placut, cand la inceput parea fenomenal de frumos, rad. Nu prea ma mai mira(tot repet asta cu "nimic nu ma mai mira" dar asa este),csi nici nu ma atinge, vorba aia,  ce nu te doboara te face mai puternic, iar la mine vorba asta spusa mai mult de altii ca o incurajare oarba, merge ca uns. Eu tot adun lucrurile/gesturile/persoanele care incearca sa ma doboare, si le adun ,dar totodata ma fac mai puternica pentru ca odata ce am trecut peste ele ,sufar pe loc, ma ridic si ma uit inainte. Stiu, or sa mai fie, dar macar ele(personalizate)raman in trecut. Mai sunt momente cand trecutul ma mangaie pe spate, usor, ma saruta pe obraz si imi da parul din fata, stau, ma opresc, astep sa vad ce vrea de data asta, e doar o joaca de-a lui, vrea sa vada cum iti mai este, daca au mai ramas urme din el. Zambesc, pe moment ma las dusa de mangaiere, dar de fiecare data deschid ochii cand gestul stangaci ma bruscheaza si trecutul se intoarce in trecut. Revenind, sa stiti ca mi se intampla si lucruri frumoase(asta ca toata lumea ma intreaba de ce scriu doar "trist" cum zic unii). Bine, ca platesc pentru ele, numai eu stiu cat si cum, dar mi se intampla si ma bucur, atat cat pot. Si saptamana asta mi s-au intamplat 2 lucruri frumoase, daca pe cele rele vi le spun, vi le impartasesc, desi putini, foarte putini inteleg ce vreau eu sa zic, pe cele bune n-o sa le zic. Sunt mult prea putine ca sa risc sa pierd din farmecul lor, vreau sa fiu egoista sa ma bucur doar eu cu ele. Suna a un vers dintr-o manea proasta dar asta este. Zambesc din nou, nu stiu cat o sa o mai pot face, si chiar daca fericirea mea poate cauza durere altora, prea putin imi pasa. Realizez ca nu am timp sa mai simt regrete. Traiesc cu trecutul in buzunar, pansez ranile si invat sa traiesc cu ele. Credeti-ma, viata e prea scurta ca sa stai sa astepti sa te vindeci si apoi sa mergi mai departe. NU e o rusine ca trecutul ti-e in buzunar, e o rusine sa nu-l accepti ca fiind trecutul tau. Ma gandesc la viitor cu groaza si cu extaz, nu e exact libertatea la care visam dar cine stie la ce sa se astepte cand cere libertate? Am mai invatat ceva, sa ai grija ce ceri, mare grija, ca s-ar putea sa primesti, dar nu in forma la care te gandeai tu, ci doar in forma la care ai cerut. Postul acesta nu m-am impartasit, m-a urmarit ideea asta peste tot, familie , prieteni si popa de la biserica a intrebat de mine. De ce sa o fac, daca nu imi doresc? De ce sa fac ceva daca nu-mi doresc, chiar daca e ceva bun sau ceva ce trebuie facut. Dumnezeul meu ma intelege asa, fara sa mananc vin cu paine, Dumnezeul meu ma asculta in fiecare seara. In seara asta am sa-i cer sa fie soare maine si sa gresesc mai putin fata de mine.