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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 probed 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 can 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 blind side you at 4 pm 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 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 know.

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 then 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 like 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 that it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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venerdì, 22 aprile 2005

Sono atterrata su una nuvoletta di fumo profumato che blocca le membra e porta lontano i pensieri: non ho scampo. Se solo sapessi cosa voglio potrei anche rompermi la testa su di un desiderio, se solo ce ne fosse uno. Mi han detto un giorno “non è possibile non avere un sogno.” Allora così farò: troverò un argomento e lo investirò di passione, non perché me ne susciti, ma solo per limitare il ribollio. Una passione che funga da imbuto, così che la mente focalizzi e non mi lasci scivolare nel vuoto. Troverò un argomento… si ma quale, quando tutto diventa ammorbante in così poco tempo da rendere la noia un’amica gentile. Mi han detto un giorno “chi si annoia è noioso”. Forse lo sono, così come gli argomenti che non riesco a trovare, mentre scrivo e penso a quanto può essere posh un desiderio.
Se si trattasse di carne allora la mia sarebbe appagante come una bistecca al sangue, piena del succo che niente è mai riuscito a spremere. Un giorno sarò bistecca al sangue forse, ma adesso ho fame e, per caso, una farfalla colorata mi ha mostrato il cibo degli dei. Proprio qui, su questa nuvola.

Postato da: chiaraneu a 11:45 | link | commenti (4) |

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#1 22 Aprile 2005 - 14:35

In un oceano di carta virtuale è bello leggere certi pensieri e certe nuvole...

Guarda il mediablog (foto, audio e video) di questo utente.

LunaSuMarte

#2 22 Aprile 2005 - 14:50

Uh, ciao mioamore, eccoti qui nei commenti....

Buongiorno Chiara. No, tu non annoi e non sei noiosa e leggendoti sento lo schiudersi di profumi... e sapori...
Non credo di essere così folle da inventarmi un'immagine di te che non sia proiezione del tuo vero esistere...
Sei bella e basta... confusa magari, ma preziosa e ogni volta che mi capiti nel blog è proprio emozionante rendersi conto che mi leggi e CI SEI.
Grazie.
:*

hanwi

#3 22 Aprile 2005 - 16:55

@LUNA: bello anche fumarsele le nuvole hahahaha
@HANWI: grazie del messaggio ;)

chiaraneu

#4 22 Aprile 2005 - 18:19

trovati un argomento e investilo di passione!!!
fallo davvero
inizia il tuo riscatto....
inizia.

ex

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