| Wear Sunscreen |
- Source: MIT Address by Kurt Vonnegut 1997
Also found credited to Mary Schmich of the Chicago Tribune - We have received an advisory that this was NOT written by Kurt Vonnegut - FYI
Wear Sunscreen
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of
'97:
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 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 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 bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are
apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind 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 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.
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 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 with a 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
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 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 it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.