Nu ştiu dacă aţi ascultat cu atenţie cântecul ăsta: mie mi se pare o foarte bună lecţie de viaţă. Când îmi aduc aminte, eu chiar încerc să respect sfaturile astea. Poate ar trebui să mi-l pun permanent în playlist.

Şi uite şi textul, ca să nu mai aveţi încotro.

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 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing (Jewel, în cazul tău, NUMAI ÎN GÂND!).

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 (ai auzit, uituco?!).

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 ever own..

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 it’s worth.

Şi încă două, de la mine pentru voi (pentru voi cei care aţi citit cu răbdare, până aici):

Căutaţi în fiecare zi ocazii să râdeţi. Cu alţii şi nu de alţii.

Nu vă simţiţi vinovaţi că îmbătrâniţi; găsiţi un mod în care să vă bucuraţi de experienţa acumulată şi pregătiţi-vă din timp nişte amintiri frumoase pentru atunci.


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