Es curioso este blog esta pensado para citar muchas cosas, para citar dos momentos de mi vida.

En realidad siempre quise publicar una columna que llego a mi en 1999 en algún lugar con el permiso correspondiente, primero cuando me graduaba de la preparatoria lo intente, pero no fue muy interesante para nadie, y lo más que pude lograr fue que pusieran un video editado y musicalizado por mi con la canción de Greenday, Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why.

It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

Por cuestiones azarosas, lo que en verdad quería publicar era esta columna (que a continuación leerán) me llego cuando me encontraba terminando mi preparatoria, había sido escrita en 1997 y a mi me llego en 1999 como una canción de Baz Luhrmann, pero en origen, es escrita por Mary Schmich una columnista del Chicago Tribune el 1 de junio de 1997.

Esta explicación y causalidad, se da de nuevo, cuando mi viaje a la maestría inicia en mi primera noche oficial lejos de casa, para crear mí nuevo hogar, en un hotel de Chicago, un Chicago Tribune llego a mis manos y busque en mis archivos esta columna.

Mary Schmich Printed in the The Chicago Tribune, June 1, 1997

Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who’d rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there’s no reason we can’t entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.

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 bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at4 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.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/chi-970601sunscreen,1,7059747.column

Cuando fue la graduación de mis amigos de la universidad 1 año antes que la mía, deseaba publicarlo, pero por cuestiones egocéntricas no sucedió, y para cuando fue mi graduación de la universidad, las posibilidades de que apareciera en el periódico eran ínfimas por mi desconocimiento de la gente que manejaba el periódico en ese momento.

Hoy lo pongo en mi blog, no por que sea mi graduación, ni por que hoy sea la graduación de alguien en especial, más bien lo pongo por que se vuelve parte real de mi nueva vida. Me gustaría intentar hacerle caso a algunas cosas, como los amigos, como guardar las cartas de la gente que te ha amado, como viajar, como disfrutar la vida.

Quiero vivir esta nueva experiencia con toda la pasión que puedo tener. Usare protector solar diario, espero alguien lo lea y tenga sensaciones interesantes como a mi me sucedio.