Friday, June 23, 2006

Get a life.

I came across a speech given to graduates of Villanova this year. I don't know if it will speak to you per se, but it's something I wanted in this blog, if for no other reason than to make sure I read it from time to time, and that Ava will consider it when she makes choices that shape her priorities.

This is the commencement speech by the writer, Anna Quindlen, to the graduates at Villanova this year (2006)

"It's a great honor for me to be the third member of my family to receive an honorary doctorate from this great university. It's an honor to follow my great Uncle Jim, who was a gifted physician, and my Uncle Jack, who is a remarkable businessman. Both of them could have told you something important about their professions, about medicine or commerce. I have no specialized field of interest or expertise, which puts me at a disadvantage talking to you today. I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. The second is only part of the first. Don't ever forget what a friend once wrote Senator Paul Tsongas when the senator decided not to run for re-election because he had been diagnosed with cancer: "No man ever said on his deathbed, 'I wish I had spent more time at the office.'" Don't ever forget the words my father sent me on a postcard last year: "If you win the rat race, you're still a rat." Or what John Lennon wrote before he was gunned down in the driveway of the Dakota: "Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree; there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank account, but your soul. People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is a cold comfort on a winter night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've gotten back the test results and they're not so good. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion - the bigger paycheck, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm one afternoon, or found a lump in your breast? Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over Seaside Heights - a life in which you stop and watch how a red tailed hawk circles over the water or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a Cheerio with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an e-mail. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beers and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister. All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the color of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again. It is so easy to exist instead of to live. I learned to live many years ago. Something really, really bad happened to me, something that changed my life in ways that, if I had my druthers, it would never have been changed at all. And what I learned from it is what, today, seems to be the hardest lesson of all: I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the backyard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived."

5 comments:

TuxBaby said...

"All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough."

That is SO VERY TRUE. Life is all about living, not just making a living.

I'm living mine to the fullest! Thanks for posting this speech.

~TuxB

Mary Mc said...

Carl,

I think we should all take a lesson from this. Life is just too precious to just let it slip away. We need to make the most of it and really appreciate it.

Mary Mc

azteclady said...

Thank you for posting this. Thank you for believing that ordinary people have what it takes to do extraordinary things. Thank you for doing what you do.

psalm9567 said...

AMEN AND AMEN!

Anonymous said...

As I was reading this speech, I started to feel so very warm in my heart. There was not one sentence of "pay attention to this detail" that I do not do in my life. It made me feel so good. These are the lessons of life, and somehow, some way, through my life experiences (and mostly, training and the patience of my parents) I can honestly say I live my life each day with these values. They are not there at all times of course, not every minute, but more, are the core and essence of who I am. Thanks for sharing this - made my day!