Look for the light in others and treat
them as if light is all you see
Men have two emotions: “Hungry” and “Horny.” If you catch him without an erection, he’s looking for lunch. Show up naked at his place with some bacon in your left hand and a beer in your right. You’ll instantly become the perfect girlfriend, mistress, or wife.
You’ve got to believe in something, belief powers hope, you have to stand up and fight, and you’ve got to love someone with all of your heart, otherwise life won’t matter.
You can’t wait around expecting some kind of perfect payoff, where all the loose threads are neatly tied. Remember you are as blind and crazy as everyone else. Do not obsess over your mistakes. You can’t fix everything. Some bad choices you just have to accept. Try and rebuild as best as you can. Accept things for what they are. Say you’re sorry, make amends and move on.
The smallest decisions can have the biggest consequences. Every moment is an opportunity. Every second contains the possibility to change your life because every choice is a new beginning. It’s never too late. This is your chance to fix everything.
No matter how slow your progress, or how many mistakes you make, you are still way ahead of those who aren’t even trying. Surround yourself with people that reflect who you want to be. Do not fear death. Be afraid to not live fully.
People have an almost absurdly difficult time taking responsibility when they should, saying “I’m sorry” when they should, without following a bogus sorriness up with still somehow trying to explain things away, and ultimately blaming someone else. Take some goddamned responsibility. Say “I’m sorry” when you should be and when you actually are, work to fix whatever shit went wrong. Say, “I’m sorry,” fix it, and move on. Saying “I love you” also seems hard for some. Just say it. When you feel it and mean it, fucking say it.
Also, get out there, be radiant, conquer, crush, and have some fucking fun. Love yourself, love others, learn as much as you can, give as much as you can, be brave, be incredible, fucking enjoy yourself, and do whatever is in your power to help make shit more awesome. Who do you love, and what do you love to do? Why are you waiting, and what are you waiting for? Get out there and crush, say “I’m sorry” when you are, and “I love you” when you do. Time waits for no one, so there’s no reason to expect it to wait for you.
Are you doing all you can, giving all you got, is this your best you? Life is too short to be complacent. Make good art, be kind, be generous, and be creative. Getting everyone’s approval and having everyone like you is not the ticket. Achievement and self-respect that’s both earned and deserved is it. It’s important to love, but it’s important to be lovable too. Before it’s too late, you better love somebody, and you better let somebody love you. Care and be cared for, love and be loved, there is no other story.
Go where you are celebrated, not just tolerated. If the people you are with in the place where you are can’t see your real value, it’s time for a new start. Then you can begin to live from the heart. Never let others dictate what you should look like, who you should be with, who you should be, or what you should do. This all is just another way of saying fuck the haters and don’t let the bastards get to you. Life is not for hiding away, worrying about what other people think, or being afraid. Purse first, hunties. Don’t let a goddamned thing stop you. Rise up, sally forth, conquer the day. Challenge all systems, look gorgeous and adorable, be brave and memorable, and always enjoy yourself while you slay.
When she says, “I’m fine,” she is not fine. If she says, “Nothing’s wrong,” everything is. When you’re fighting and she walks away, you must go after her. Everything takes effort, even love. The harder you love, the better love is. You cannot live if you don’t forgive.
Everything good is on the other side of apathy and fear. Whatever you are putting off is the only thing that is important. Do what’s hard. Do what scares you. Talk to a stranger. Go somewhere new. Learn another language. Teach yourself an instrument. Take a class. Travel. Read. Turn off the TV.
If you’re not ready to help make the world better, then keep quiet, and don’t complain. To stay young, you must stay positive. Every day is a new chance to improve. If things get better or if things get worse is up to you.
If you complain a lot, feel unhappy, upset, angry and dissatisfied, why are you hanging around? If your friends are hateful and your family is mean, feel free to leave. You can do that. Because family and friends are supposed to be the good guys. Regarding your partner, remember this is someone you chose. Things should be good. You should be good. If your partner isn’t good, that means you aren’t good. You should be good to yourself, you should be good to each other, and you must work together, to be better.
I don’t have all the answers, I don’t know how life began or what consciousness is, or what all of this fucked up gorgeous shit is supposed to amount to, or what anything means. I do know however that life is too short to spend it feeling sorry for yourself, or worrying about some bullshit. Go out there and do shit. Learn, move forward, conquer, crush.
People have an almost absurdly difficult time taking responsibility when they should, saying “I’m sorry” when they should, without following a bogus sorriness up with still somehow trying to explain shit away, and ultimately blaming someone else. Take some goddamned responsibility. Say “I’m sorry” when you should be, and when you actually are, work to fix whatever shit went wrong. Say, “I’m sorry,” fix it, and move on.
Saying “I love you” seems hard for some. Just say it. When you feel it and mean it, fucking say it. Also, smile. Life isn’t a goddamned funeral, death is. Save your sadness and solemnness for that, right now you should get out there, be radiant, crush, and have some fucking fun. Love yourself, love others, learn as much as you can, give as much as you can, be brave, be incredible, and fucking enjoy shit.
The great meaning, the answer to being, living, the universe, and everything, the answer to all of this is individual, in other words, it’s motherfucking you. Live a tremendous life, fucking celebrate it, make it exciting. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy being alive and being you, because no one’s gonna do that shit for you. Also, call your mother. Tell her you love her, let her know how thankful you truly are. Because life’s a bitch, and your mom’s the baddest bitch by far.
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 experience.
I dispense this advice to you now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. You will not understand this power and beauty until they’ve faded but 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, how good you really looked, and how wonderful you really were.
Don’t worry about the future. 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 4PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Do not be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t let others be reckless with yours.
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. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people don’t know at 22 what they want to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds still don’t know.
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 with enthusiasm and energy on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance, same as everybody.
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 California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old. 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.
Be careful whose advice you try, 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…
By Mary Schmich