’Tis the season to graduate. Which means that every graduate on the face on the planet will be confronted with the most daunting question they have thus far managed to evade until this day: What’s next?
It’s the hangnail on our minds, the piece of rice stuck between the teeth of our thoughts, the Bane to our Batman, the Jesse Eisenberg to our Superman, the Shylock to our—you get the point.
Now for some of us, this question inspires thoughts of popping bottles of champagne as we cruise across the ocean of success we’ve been swimming in for the past four years. But for most of us, this brings less exciting feelings.
So I have some advice for my fellow graduates.
Enjoy the present.
Our culture is wildly gifted at jumping from one event to the next, from one season to the other, but seems to have the inability to simply stop and be. So we want people to apply to college once they get out of diapers, get a job once they can pronounce “registrar”, get married once they get the cap and gown and have kids once they see a ring. And we fly through life like a Tasmanian Devil through a buffet—consuming everything, but never really savoring anything.
So I encourage you graduates, when that Bane comes to you today or tomorrow or whenever you graduate, resist the temptation to succumb to anxiety. Take a breath, smile and respond, “We’ll handle that when we get there. Right now, I just want to enjoy the present.”
And enjoy you shall…
“Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”