Stay Hungry Stay Foolish

I’m finally compiling a few bits of “biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student…” — this stuff gets reshared every year on graduation timelines, and every year it gets longer with new embroidery. It’s a little funny how much the “dot connecting” and “stay hungry, stay foolish” advice gets recycled, but I guess if it worked for him, there’s some truth to it after all.

Finding what you love in life sometimes feels like a myth the older you get. When you’re broke and struggling to pay rent, the “follow your passion” line loses some shine. But I guess there’s something about the raw drive, the “clay” of experiences that stack up behind you when you just keep going, just keep trying. Maybe love and loss aren’t really big contrasting themes, but more like ways to keep going anyway. I don’t know; it’s late.

Trying not to be rude, but most advice books and graduation speeches kind of fizzle once you’re really in the world. But “don’t settle” — that one’s legit. It’s stayed with me more than most advice ever has.

Anyway. I’ll be up too late once again, missing something I think I can barely remember. Wishing just a breath of “stay hungry, stay foolish” still sounded reckless and alive and not… I dunno, forced into home mortgages and late-night design gigs. Oh well. If there’s no why about it yet, maybe the dots will line up later. Or maybe they won’t, and it’s okay."