Yale grad Marina Keegan wrote this for the commencement issue of the Yale Daily News just this May, and it feels very much like what I and a lot of my friends and maybe some of you need to hear. She died in a car accident this week just five days after graduating.
We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
Read all of “The Opposite of Loneliness” here.
It’s heartbreaking and honest and really pretty perfect.