Professor’s ending speech on class

I suppose the rest of you are waiting for me to vomit out some profound words of wisdom. Listen, the world needs people like you. The world is literally dying for your kind. Embrace that responsibility, and you run with it. Get out there, earn your keep, give back. It’s not gonna be easy, never gonna be easy. For much of it you will stand alone, but you’ve got to stand strong. I beg you, do not give in to mediocrity like the other 98% of the world, because you would be doing yourselves and the world a great disgrace. You are all too smart. You are too smart to let it go to waste.And you’ve got one shot at this, one fucking shot. Don’t let a moment of it slip by. Grab it, snatch it up, make it yours. Celebrate every moment, celebrate every fucking breath. I’m telling you, life, it’s a birdsong.

I hope your parents all told you that you fucking die at the end. So what I’m wondering is, why the fuck do we sort of float through this weird thing called life without living? Live, don’t exist, don’t simply exist. Stir some shit up, Fuck some shit up, fuck it right. What I wanna focus on is enriching our lives, and try to extract some sort of wisdom that we can carry with us.

May we forever remember that in each and every moment we’re composing the stories of our lives. Let’s aim to make it a meaningful read, or at least an interesting one.

I look back on everything and it all somehow makes so much sense. It’s as though it couldn’t be any other way. Why is our soul broken? Absurd, yet it’s perfect. It’s all so perfect when you look at it.

It’s gonna be hard to leave this place. It’s gonna be hard to say goodbye.

Richard I’m gonna miss you.

I’m gonna miss you too, Peter, if I’m able.

I’m gonna die much sooner than I had imagined. l’ve come to realize that for much of my life, I’ve been mistaken and I failed. I failed not only to comprehend my mortality, but I’ve failed to appreciate it. And as a result, I’ve failed to make the most of my life. We’ve turned our backs on the most important dury that we possess, to live a life that is rich in experience that’s our own independent choosing. Seize your fucking existence folks. Why don’t we make death our closest companion, so that we can finally have a second, a millisecond to appreciate that little bit of time that we have left. And most impotant of all, let us live well, so that we may fucking die well.

What happened to us, Richard?

What happened to us? Life.

If I could go back in time I don’t even know what it is I’m supposed to fix.