Roméo+Juliette (sermon du frère Laurent)

Publié le par Zizi Mule A Tresse

 


 


Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you 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, 
nevermind, 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 bubblegum. The 
real toubles in life are apt to be things that never 
crossed your worried 
mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle 
Tuesday

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't 
put up with people who 
are reckless with your's. 

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 suceed 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 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 in 
your own living room. 

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. 

Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make 
you feel UGLY. 

CHORUS
Brother and sister together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there. 
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you. 
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can. 

Get to know your parents, you never know when they 
might 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 for the 
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 you knew 
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. 

CHORUS

Everybody's free. Everybody's free. 

 


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