Of all the words you’ll ever hear, remember these:

Life is too short to eat celery.

Life is too long to feed jealousy.

Life is likely just the right length to need therapy.

May you be seriously silly, may you be wickedly kind.

May you be brilliantly dumb sometimes and yet stupidly bright.

May you certainly have doubts, may your weirdness be the norm.

May the coolest thing about you be your warmth.

May you be powerfully vulnerable, or at least mightily soft.

May you be a contradiction, and yet at the same time not.

And, whether you are any, none or all of the above,

above all, may you know that you are loved.