To the graduating class:
Allow me to indulge
Today, you stand at a threshold—a place where memory meets imagination, where the past hands you the tools for building a future still unknown. And so I offer you not just congratulations, but a charge:
Read.Yes, read. Not because someone assigned it. Not because there’s a test. But because your soul will demand it. Read History—to remember who we’ve been. Read Philosophy—to imagine who you might become. Don’t just skim the past; hold it. Grasp its words. Let them cling to your ribs and echo in your decisions. Let memory become a muscle
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The world you’re entering will not slow down for you. It is already racing—toward automation, toward abstraction, toward intelligence that is artificial and endlessly efficient. You will hear that AI is the future. And it is. But let me tell you: you are not machines. You are souls in skin, walking libraries of memory, dreams, contradictions, grit. The future will not be won by those who know the most data—but by those who know themselves.
Do not wait for school to give you this. The algorithms won’t hand it to you. You must take matters into your own hands. Carve time for solitude. Wrestle with the thoughts of dead philosophers and the voices of history’s prophets. They are not outdated—they are battle-tested. They have seen the rise and fall of empires. They have outlasted kings. And they are waiting for you.
Here’s the truth: personal development—real, messy, soul-deep work—will serve you more than any diploma, any degree, any digital credential. Because while the machines are learning to imitate thought, you must learn to inhabit wisdom.
If you do not train the AI, it will train you. And you may not even notice until your thoughts are no longer your own. This is the great gamble of your time: whether you will rise into the full flame of human potential—or allow it to be hollowed out, pixel by pixel.
But if you know what’s real now—if you cultivate inner truth, moral courage, historical depth—you will not be replaced. You will rise. You will be the kind of human no machine can mimic. You will be needed—desperately.
So read. Think. Remember. Master yourself. Be stubborn about beauty. Be loyal to truth. Keep alive the past, so that the future will have roots.
Class of 2025, become the greatest version of yourself.Not the most polished. Not the most programmed.The most human.
Thank you and good luck.
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