Graduation Speech: May You Have Joy and Sorrow :: Graduation Speech, Commencement Address

I would kindred to begin my speech with these beautiful words of wisdomnot merriment and not sorrow is our destined end or way simply to act that each tomorrow brings us farther than today.Did you hear that? non frolic and not sorrow is our destined end or way, solely to act that each tomorrow brings us farther than today.What, do you wholly have hearts of stone? Where are the tears? Dont you see it as yet rhymes? Way-today, today-way, see that?I guess I sound a olive-sized too bitter about(predicate) this dont I? I dont mean to. I am actually excited to be speaking here today, steady to be speaking about the class motto. I dont agree with it, just that doesnt mean I cant spend leash minutes talking about it. Those of you who know me reasonably well know that theres not much I couldnt spend three minutes talking about. Ive been told that I talk a lot. But there I go already, back to the class motto.Not enjoyment and not sorrow, exactly to act.There are any(prenominal) th ings that I regret about the last four years of my life, but the enjoyment and the sorrow certainly arent among them. Life is all about the happy and the sad, and it should be. I dont want every day of my life to be measured by what I accomplished over the day before. Certainly, there are areas in which we as a society could use progress and action, but that should never exclude enjoyment and sorrow from being a part of living. Today, in particular of all days, we should be thinking of these things. I am not maladjusted this 8th of June about what I can do to advance myself onetime(prenominal) where I was on the seventh. I am worried about the incident that it is entirely possible that I may never see some of you again in my life after tonight. Not my best friends certainly, but all of those people we enjoy saying Hi to between periods, psyche from an old team or a class in 9th grade. Thats sorrow. But then its surely not all bad. Its summer, maybe not on the calendar, but in our minds. This is the summer of our senior year. These are the three months out of our lives that most of our parents can only dream of returning to.