The Beaver

Good afternoon, graduates, dead poets, painters, future Einsteins, and all those in between. Today I'm here to warn you that you are being lied to. Our parents, our teachers, our doctors
have lied to us. And it's the exact same lie. The same six words, "Everything is going to be okay."

Funny. I think it's a mess, and you think it's amazing. And I think you're amazing, and you think you're a mess. You know what? I don't want to think anymore.

I'm not okay. Not at all. The truth is, I'm missing something, the thing I loved the most, the face I wish were in the front row right now. The brother I'll never get back. So what do I do with that? What do any of us do, besides lie?