January 26th, 2005
F’in Soup for the Soul
Before I continue, [ start downloading this right now. ] I’ll get into it later, just [ start downloading. ]
So I’ve got a lot coming up in the next few weeks. This weekend Alison is taking me to see [ Straylight Run ] with Something Corporate in Jacksonville. Then, Cail and I go into the studio next Friday (February 4th) to record our 8-song EP. Finally, my 21st birthday is less than 2 weeks away (February 8th) which is pretty cool huh. I’m one of those people who questions daily why we are here, how life works, why is passes so quickly, etc. 21 is kind of a big deal to me (not just because I can legally purchase one of my favorite substances on the earth) but because that’s kind of the end of what I think of as “youth.” I know a lot of you over 21 out there are going to say “that’s not the end of it at all,” but to me, it is. After 21, I’m just getting older. I guess I’m sort of in a minor quarter-life crisis. I’ve found a lot of relief in the following words (below.) Orginally this was a column written by Mary Schmidt to the Chicago Tribune. Baz Luhrnann took the column and made a song out of it (was a radio hit in the 90s) which I’m sure many of you might have heard. The radio song makes the words kind of cheesy at points, but regardless, it’s one of the most inspirational pieces of writing I have ever read, and I try to reflect upon it as much as possible. Please do yourself a favor and read it:
Advice, Like Youth, Probably Just Wasted on the Young
Mary Schmidt
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 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’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.
- Mary Schmidt
I bolded some of the lines that strike me the most. To celebrate my upcoming birthday, I think it’s about time for another contest, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to post them. Abla was the winner of the [ “How Well do You Know Me” contest ] coming in with a score of 90/100. The two 100s were both second entries from the same person. Congrats Abla, you won anything on Ebay under $20.
So by now, [ that download ] should have finished. That’s a song performed live by [ Howie Day ] called “Ghost.” I’ve seen Howie Day peform live once and he is simply amazing. That song is entirely performed by Howie using a setup of loopers and effect pedals. It’s essentially one man, his voice, and an acoustic guitar. He has a looper for both his guitar and his vocals (and effects on both.) He has a device that makes his high E string sound like a flute (as you will hear in the beginning) and a device that makes his bottom E string an octave lower, giving it a bass sound. I really don’t have to say a lot about how incredible this song is because it really speaks for itself. Please do yourself a favor and give it a listen.
Well that’s about all for now.
“I can’t forget the smell of summer trees after midnight, bending backwards to please the wind.”- Third Eye Blind
Until next time,