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Today I had the honor of speaking at the UNIS...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8933ce92f38b538792a750f1a2a29a41/tumblr_mjd0psNruK1qggwnvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/44880838545/today-i-had-the-honor-of-speaking-at-the-unis"&gt;humansofnewyork&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today I had the honor of speaking at the UNIS conference at the UN. After I was finished, three students recited original poems from the stage. One of them really blew me away:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluorescent Adolescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Overqualified yet underachieving&lt;br/&gt;It’s singing delightfully off key to the radio&lt;br/&gt;Yet pitch perfect in the shower&lt;br/&gt;It’s spending a half hour in the morning&lt;br/&gt;Perfecting your messy bun&lt;br/&gt;It’s gelling bedhead&lt;br/&gt;It’s lifting weights yet covering yourself up in turtlenecks&lt;br/&gt;It’s being a closet philosopher but blaming lackluster grades on “not trying?”&lt;br/&gt;It’s tumbling, sharing, instagramming&lt;br/&gt;The perpetual pursuit of cool but aloof,&lt;br/&gt;hard to get,&lt;br/&gt;wit,&lt;br/&gt;sarcasm,&lt;br/&gt;invincibility.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s the cycle of hurting&lt;br/&gt;Fixing&lt;br/&gt;loving&lt;br/&gt;hating&lt;br/&gt;wanting&lt;br/&gt;lying… and then telling the truth.&lt;br/&gt;It sucks.&lt;br/&gt;But perhaps when we’re older&lt;br/&gt;a new set of problems will cause us to miss those of adolescence.&lt;br/&gt;So I guess we should learn to love the pain,&lt;br/&gt;Since it’s pain that allows us to live and love radically,&lt;br/&gt;feel monumentally,&lt;br/&gt;and smell the coffee or watch the stars, or hear the music&lt;br/&gt;that we might later pass by in the rush of the real world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For now we are poets&lt;br/&gt;And activists&lt;br/&gt;Astronauts&lt;br/&gt;Bloggers&lt;br/&gt;Writers&lt;br/&gt;Photographers&lt;br/&gt;Teachers&lt;br/&gt;Engineers and Inventors&lt;br/&gt;For now, we are what we want to be.&lt;br/&gt;Some say the grass is greener on the other side but I’d disagree:&lt;br/&gt;I say our grass fluorescent. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;!Ruth at UNIS-UN!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://keek89.tumblr.com/post/44882549782</link><guid>http://keek89.tumblr.com/post/44882549782</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 16:17:44 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
