Warning over narcissistic pupils

Students recognised to have Excess narcissism should be gathered and shipped to Mexico for 2 weeks where they will have to peddle drugs to get food to survive. When they come back, we see if they have learned anything. If not, it is off to the mining caves in China.
 
Good luck with that Fifty. I haven't met a college student capable of the three items you suggest. Most are academically capable but I find the other two areas, along with intuition and humility, to be severely lacking.
 
Good luck with that Fifty. I haven't met a college student capable of the three items you suggest. Most are academically capable but I find the other two areas, along with intuition and humility, to be severely lacking.

You should meet me! I'll hit you up next time I'm in the Chi. My dad was a salesman and my mom was a smart person, which gave me both charisma and academic smarts. In order to pay for my college, I've had to have jobs at crappy places where I have to have good interpersonal skills in order to deal with idiot bosses and idiot customers. Despite their idiocy, I've always managed to be the best and most loved employee at any place I've worked, and the best student in any class I've chosen to be the best student in! I'm a walking pile of freaking greatness. Plus, owing to the fact that I have a full class schedule, work 3 jobs, do independent research, AND administrate teh fiftychat mafia, my organizational skills are ridiculously great too.

Your problem is that you probably mainly encounter business and finance type students who are by definition stupid and naive.
 
You should meet me! I'll hit you up next time I'm in the Chi. My dad was a salesman and my mom was a smart person, which gave me both charisma and academic smarts. In order to pay for my college, I've had to have jobs at crappy places where I have to have good interpersonal skills in order to deal with idiot bosses and idiot customers. Despite their idiocy, I've always managed to be the best and most loved employee at any place I've worked, and the best student in any class I've chosen to be the best student in! I'm a walking pile of freaking greatness. Plus, owing to the fact that I have a full class schedule, work 3 jobs, do independent research, AND administrate teh fiftychat mafia, my organizational skills are ridiculously great too.

Your problem is that you probably mainly encounter business and finance type students who are by definition stupid and naive.
I'm sure you're about as good as it gets Fifty...

As far as students go, the range of majors has been pretty diverse but the students I'm meeting with Tuesday are all U of A business majors who do tend to be the most narcissistic.
 
I'm sure you're about as good as it gets Fifty...

There are people who are my equal (perfy, downtown, etc.) and one person who is my vast superior (FredLC), but in general you are correct.

As far as students go, the range of majors has been pretty diverse but the students I'm meeting with Tuesday are all U of A business majors who do tend to be the most narcissistic.

Yeah, business majors are horrible. First of all, they're dumb, which is why they majored in business in the first place (Because they couldn't cut the mustard with a real academic discipline). The guys think a business major is a ticket to an expensive suit wearing power lunch having corner office dream job as a ceo or something. The girls envision themselves as a smart, chic, and sexy marketing exec who jetsets around the world and all manner of other crap. Trust me, its just a business major problem.
 
Yeah, business majors are horrible. First of all, they're dumb, which is why they majored in business in the first place (Because they couldn't cut the mustard with a real academic discipline). The guys think a business major is a ticket to an expensive suit wearing power lunch having corner office dream job as a ceo or something. The girls envision themselves as a smart, chic, and sexy marketing exec who jetsets around the world and all manner of other crap. Trust me, its just a business major problem.

I don't think I've hung out with enough business majors to give my opinion, but I certainly think that the problems discussed in this thread apply to many Political Science majors as well, and some in the creative fields.
 
TheMeInTeam said:
End result: When I look at some undergraduate papers in college, I realize these students...college students!... don't have a first language .

It's really easy to realize too. I see people post on this forum "sorry in advance, english isn't my first language". They then proceed to write with better grammar and logical structure than COLLEGE STUDENTS whose FIRST language is english, and all that on a FORUM THAT ISN'T GRADED. Haha!

No, it isn't funny. More like .
User Name/comment synergy.

Anyway, I have some problems with the OP. First, this shouldn't be a news article. It's one person who gave her opinion, and she doesn't have a shred of evidence for the trend, only anecdotes and the support of people who are willing to agree to make a snide comment about this generation.

Second -
"We run the risk of undermining the family as the principle agent of sociability," she said.
I'm not necessarily saying the family isn't a good agent of socialization (which is the actual term - I don't know if the reporter quoted her wrong or if she's just wrong), but I'm not for government deciding what should be agents of socialization. In the States the same assumption is made, that the ideal way to raise a child is the stereotypical nuclear family. It's part of what allows bigotry of alternate lifestyles and it's a trend that needs to stop being accepted.

As for my anecdotal experience, I didn't experience a huge amount of self-esteem from my school. Even if I did, I doubt it actually makes a difference. I think very few kids actually care about what their school wants to make them feel, so they don't take self-esteem from the school trying to beat around the bush. It's seems more likely to be a trend that parents or guardians try to encourage high self-esteem past a healthy point, but I don't know if it's as widespread as they say. It isn't here, at least, since I think my mom definitely got me some humility, and in the same way do kids cut each other down to size. So I think the OP is definitely lacking.
 
Oddly librarians are also a proud, stiff-necked group. They are very proud of how 'different' they are. It's annoying.
 
Oddly librarians are also a proud, stiff-necked group. They are very proud of how 'different' they are. It's annoying.
"Look, I...I may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure-seeker, or a gunfighter, Mr. O'Connell...but I am proud of what I am."

"And...what is that?"

"I...am a librarian!"

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Yeah, business majors are horrible. First of all, they're dumb, which is why they majored in business in the first place (Because they couldn't cut the mustard with a real academic discipline). The guys think a business major is a ticket to an expensive suit wearing power lunch having corner office dream job as a ceo or something. The girls envision themselves as a smart, chic, and sexy marketing exec who jetsets around the world and all manner of other crap. Trust me, its just a business major problem.
"Dumb" was not a characteristic I've experienced. I'm curious what you consider "real"? I've met some brilliant businessmen who studied engineering and business but not much else...
 
"Dumb" was not a characteristic I've experienced. I'm curious what you consider "real"? I've met some brilliant businessmen who studied engineering and business but not much else...

I should have stated it more carefully. My position is that the undergraduate majors of business and finance are a joke.
 
This thread is humorous. I wonder if certain posters are meaning to be ironic.

All I know is is that if I wanted to be ironic, I'd be the best at that too.
 
Actually the more "real world" stuff I get involved in, the more I realize that the "omg the real world will hit you like a ton of bricks lol!" stuff that old people say to college students is almost always false... the product of their trying to cling onto something or feel important or whatever.

I'm not saying thats the case with you mr. whomp, just that the whole school/realworld dichotomy is not as sharp as people (on both sides of it) make it out to be.

Or maybe its just that I'm a triple threat of academic, interpersonal, and organizational expertise such that I don't feel threatened by anyone in any setting because I'm so awesome at everything.

You are indeed awesome, but Whomp is right, so many kids out there are spending their college years playing video games and have no life skills. They skip class, they plagiarize papers, they copy homework, they scrape by, party Thursday/Friday/Saturday, do faux summer "internships," and they are incompetent in a real work setting. It's not hard if you spend your college years actually thinking about what the freak you're going to do when you get out and focus on building life skills, but yeah, there are some people out there that are not at all ready.

Maybe it's just me, but many of the people who say "college is the best years of your life, man!" are those kinds who got slammed by the real world and had a very tough 20s and 30s adjusting to a working life.

The guys think a business major is a ticket to an expensive suit wearing power lunch having corner office dream job as a ceo or something. The girls envision themselves as a smart, chic, and sexy marketing exec who jetsets around the world and all manner of other crap. Trust me, its just a business major problem.

Don't forget the Sex and the City fantasies. They also have a very specific drink that they spend 34 seconds ordering at bars, which they then complain about.
 
Business majors for the most part don't think outside a herd/lowest common denominator mentality, and those that think they do are just the biggest douches of the herd. My co-worker Brandon can't stop talking about how awful his classmates are but then he is living the yuppie lifestyle at 23, from the tanning, to the European vacations, to shopping at Mario's boutique, to blaming the poor for everything, to feeling bad for Madoff (even if jokingly it is obnoxious). If he is the top of his class then the bottom of the class is just a dumber type of loathsome (although the boy can trade. He and I have joined cubes and talking trading all day has been great and profitable.)

But the point is, business majors as a means to a horribly cliched but fascinatingly true end aren't that far off.

Although I'm sure Fifty is great, great doesn't need to promote itself. Greatness is just known. Boom-Tho.
 
When society is rich they also breed well entitled students. They had it easy their whole life therefore they will go through it thinking well for themselves. The talented one may well rise to the very top, since sucess is partly of the mind. Some will grow out of it, I hope. I see some that have been bred and led to think that they are "elite" those will never change.
 
the problem is not the school, the problem lies with the parents. nowadays if a teacher tells them their son has done horrible things, instead of punishing their son they go berserk over the teacher. which breeds a generation of walking bags of dumbness.
 
So I met with the students who were here on their spring break today.
They actually asked some very good questions and seemed genuinely engaged.

Anyhow, I started by reading Steve Jobs commencement speech 4 years ago at Stanford.

I then related how I can now "connect the dots", talked about how "I love what I do" and why they need to follow their heart and "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish". I also related a story about someone I know who, though very successful, should've followed his heart when he met Jobs and Wozniak at a Northern Cal computer show 30 years ago. He had a passion for computers and gadgets so they asked him to come work and invest in their new company. He took the safe route of being a hospital administrator because he had a family to raise and a mortgage to pay.

For those of you who have not heard or read this piece I think it's pretty powerful stuff...

Spoiler :
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.
 
So I met with the students who were here on their spring break today.
They actually asked some very good questions and seemed genuinely engaged.

Anyhow, I started by reading Steve Jobs commencement speech 4 years ago at Stanford.

I then related how I can now "connect the dots", talked about how "I love what I do" and why they need to follow their heart and "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish". I also related a story about someone I know who, though very successful, should've followed his heart when he met Jobs and Wozniak at a Northern Cal computer show 30 years ago. He had a passion for computers and gadgets so they asked him to come work and invest in their new company. He took the safe route of being a hospital administrator because he had a family to raise and a mortgage to pay.

For those of you who have not heard or read this piece I think it's pretty powerful stuff...

Spoiler :
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Typical uninformative, "inspirational" but not aesthetically pleasing business-motivational crap (IMO).
 
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