Wednesday, August 10, 2005


I love the sunscreen song...it rings so true...even the random "be kind to your knees" part!

If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits ofsunscreen 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've faded.
But trust me, in 20years, 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 bubble gum.
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'llmiss 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 onyour 75thwedding anniversary.
Whatever you do,
don't congratulate yourself too much,
or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybodyelse'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'sthe 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 leavebefore 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.

3 Comments:

Blogger Poi said...

You shulda told us which sunscreen specifically..lol

Your list is great! I mean, I was just nodding my head the whole time.

I'm totally with u on keeping ol love letters. visiting california, y'all come out here, its summer all year, plus u can crash at mine place but with the sorta crowd u r I doubt a couch wuld do but who cares its suppossed to be operation haribu...lol or better KBW Stake-out week/vac/holiday/night, anywho really it donn matter~

Keep blessed!~

8:40 PM  
Blogger Stunuh Jay said...

About keeping the love letters, it's all fine and dandy until they pop up unexpectedly! And starting a sentence with 'palikuwa///' is a dead give a way. I say let the past burry the past, no body no crime.

8:46 PM  
Anonymous BIG Kahuna said...

The Baz Luhrmann ( Spelling) song is really good. Used it once in a class here and it did make an impact. Not quite like Third World's 'Lagos Jam' . That was in a class of its own if you catch my drift...

6:00 PM  

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