I would like to thank all the parents, friends, and enemies that have come to celebrate the ending of a chapter, and the beginning of a new one. Since I know we are all anxious to begin truly celebrating this even by waiting in a line of cars that will make Houston rush hour look like a breeze, I’ll try to keep it as brief as they will allow me.
There has always been an age old question that we have been asked since we can remember. A question that a good number of us always have trouble answering, and it all started when we were children. When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like, Astronaut, President or in my case, a Policeman. They would laugh at our somewhat outrageous claims, but we believe them. We went out and we pretended to fly through outer space, or run an entire country, or in my case, cops and robbers. We had this guess of what we would be, but none of us truly knew. When we were ten, they asked again. We answered rock star, cowboy or in my case, a magician. After hours of singing, roping, and trying really hard to find the card you picked, we stilled could only guess what we were to become years in the future. But now that we’ve grown up, they wanted a serious answer. No more astronauts. No more Presidents. No more cowboys and no more magicians. We are expected to give a real answer. We are expected to be accountants, engineers, and stock market specialists. We are all graduating and they want an answer. Well, how about this for an answer- who really knows? This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, this is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. Wander off the beaten path. Find where the sidewalk ends. Close your eyes, point to a place on the map and just go. Fall in love – a lot. Have your heart broken – a lot. Make a lot of money and lose it in the same day. Major in Theater because there is no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind and change it again because nothing’s permanent. Don’t. I repeat, don’t get a tattoo of your significant other’s name. Ever. Make as many mistakes as you can. That way someday when they asked what we wanna be, we won’t have to guess – we’ll know. We’ll know not only what we wanna be, but also what we are, and who we are. After all, until we know where we are, how can we know where we wanna be? The problem with everyone wearing a cap and gown on right now is that we all think we are adults and that adults don’t make mistakes. That is why we need to make as many mistakes as we can until we break down this idea that being an adult means the world relies on the choices we make. If we can make break down this idea that mistakes are bad, than maybe the next graduation class, and the ones after that, will be able to sit more comfortably than we are right now. To conclude, go out tonight and celebrate all the accomplishments you have had thus far. Try your best to forget the mistakes you made in high school, because if I have done my job correctly, you are all about to make a lot more. Thank you.