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 at 4 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.

Hierdie ene het vanmore in my inboksie gelê – ek het gedink dis die moeite werd om met julle te deel.

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15 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Wipneus! said,

    Baie waar woorde, dankie! 🙂

  2. 2

    Roer said,

    Ek het van die ‘liedjie’ (alhoewel praat, nie sing nie). Goeie een. Ek wens iemand het vroeEr vir my van hierdie een vertel – “Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.” Oops!!! Too late! :schock:

  3. 4

    Ek hou ook van die tune saam met die woorde en whenever ek bietjie akkies voel, laat die woorde my altyd bietjie beter voel.

  4. 5

    boendoe said,

    Sunscreen!! Sunscreen!! (Dis die geheim vir my tydlose skoonheid…) 😆

  5. 6

    Pikkelik said,

    Dis ‘n classic van Bazz Luhrmann, jy kan hier daarna gaan luister:

  6. 7

    Dellie said,

    Fanks vir die link, Piks! Ek het sowaar nie geweet hierdie is eintlik ‘n song nie! 😳

    Maar dit bly darem mooi, né? 😆

  7. 8

    Tersia said,

    Baie baie dankie! Boendoe ek stem! Skoonheid is daar nie eintlik nie, maar ek is so vrek bang vir daardie plooie, dis ini gene!

  8. 9

    meermin said,

    O aarde stukkie biltong, die jaar gaan die son ons almal so braai, dat ons gaan lyk soos uitgedroogte vrot viennas.

    Lekker middag verder.

  9. 10

    CLAZINE said,

    Hi Dels,

    Hierdie “song” lank terug gehoor toe Amore nog Saterdag-oggende op RSG “breakfast met Amore” aangebied het, het toe al gedink wat ‘n lewens motto!

    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.

    Maak vir my so sin van die ou mensdom nê?

    Mooi dag, ons bid vir reën vir julle en sommer vir almal wat dit nodig het, lyk belowend hier in die “ou Wes Transvaal”

    Mooi dag en ek hoop jy het daai gordyne mooi opgehang! (Wat ‘n kak job!)

    Groetnis

  10. 11

    Dellie said,

    Oi Clazine, die gordyne hang en gisteraand het dit te heerlik geruik … vandag waai die wind so dat die helfte van Bultfontein al weer in my sitkamer lê! 😯 Dit was eintlik ‘n nuttelose exercise om dit te was voor dit behoorlik gereën het! :mrgreen:

  11. 12

    Krista said,

    Funny!

  12. 13

    BB said,

    Read the directions… Hmmmm – jip, ek doen daai ding nooit – leer ALTYD the hard way 😦
    Nice inskrywing Delsch!!
    Lekr naweek! x

  13. 14

    @ Meermin

    Uitgedroogte Vrot Viennas. Nope dit sien jy net op SANDY BAY.

    Smeer maar daai lotion.

    En elke keer as ek lees van lotion dan dink ek aan Robby Wessels se song Selftan Lotion

    Selftan Lotion werk beter as room
    Believe me dit was glad nie ‘n droom.

    En later

    Selftan lotion is ‘n magic potion 😆

  14. 15

    boendoe said,

    Its Flyday, its Flyday? Where are thou? Is grappies nie aan die orde van die dag op ‘n Vlydag nie?? Iets Chineserigs? 😆


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