This Is Water - Full version-David Foster Wallace Commencement Speech
This is Water David Foster Wallace this speech has changed the lives of so many people close to me I hope it can help some folks here as well

Follow by Email
Commencement Speech to Kenyon College class of 2005 written by David Foster Wallace


Paul Novak Office : "We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

Shubhankar Suley : what this guy said in 22 mins. many novelists and thinkers fail to convey in their entire lifetime work, AND WITH SUCH SIMPLICITY

John Bedford Solomon : (If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I'd advise you to go ahead, because I'm sure going to. In fact I'm gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings ["parents"?] and congratulations to Kenyon's graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?" This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories. The story ["thing"] turns out to be one of the better, less bullshitty conventions of the genre, but if you're worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise, older fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don't be. I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning. Of course the main requirement of speeches like this is that I'm supposed to talk about your liberal arts education's meaning, to try to explain why the degree you are about to receive has actual human value instead of just a material payoff. So let's talk about the single most pervasive cliché in the commencement speech genre, which is that a liberal arts education is not so much about filling you up with knowledge as it is about "teaching you how to think". If you're like me as a student, you've never liked hearing this, and you tend to feel a bit insulted by the claim that you needed anybody to teach you how to think, since the fact that you even got admitted to a college this good seems like proof that you already know how to think. But I'm going to posit to you that the liberal arts cliché turns out not to be insulting at all, because the really significant education in thinking that we're supposed to get in a place like this isn't really about the capacity to think, but rather about the choice of what to think about. If your total freedom of choice regarding what to think about seems too obvious to waste time discussing, I'd ask you to think about fish and water, and to bracket for just a few minutes your scepticism about the value of the totally obvious. Here's another didactic little story. There are these two guys sitting together in a bar in the remote Alaskan wilderness. One of the guys is religious, the other is an atheist, and the two are arguing about the existence of God with that special intensity that comes after about the fourth beer. And the atheist says: "Look, it's not like I don't have actual reasons for not believing in God. It's not like I haven't ever experimented with the whole God and prayer thing. Just last month I got caught away from the camp in that terrible blizzard, and I was totally lost and I couldn't see a thing, and it was 50 below, and so I tried it: I fell to my knees in the snow and cried out 'Oh, God, if there is a God, I'm lost in this blizzard, and I'm gonna die if you don't help me.'" And now, in the bar, the religious guy looks at the atheist all puzzled. "Well then you must believe now," he says, "After all, here you are, alive." The atheist just rolls his eyes. "No, man, all that was was a couple Eskimos happened to come wandering by and showed me the way back to camp." It's easy to run this story through kind of a standard liberal arts analysis: the exact same experience can mean two totally different things to two different people, given those people's two different belief templates and two different ways of constructing meaning from experience. Because we prize tolerance and diversity of belief, nowhere in our liberal arts analysis do we want to claim that one guy's interpretation is true and the other guy's is false or bad. Which is fine, except we also never end up talking about just where these individual templates and beliefs come from. Meaning, where they come from INSIDE the two guys. As if a person's most basic orientation toward the world, and the meaning of his experience were somehow just hard-wired, like height or shoe-size; or automatically absorbed from the culture, like language. As if how we construct meaning were not actually a matter of personal, intentional choice. Plus, there's the whole matter of arrogance. The nonreligious guy is so totally certain in his dismissal of the possibility that the passing Eskimos had anything to do with his prayer for help. True, there are plenty of religious people who seem arrogant and certain of their own interpretations, too. They're probably even more repulsive than atheists, at least to most of us. But religious dogmatists' problem is exactly the same as the story's unbeliever: blind certainty, a close-mindedness that amounts to an imprisonment so total that the prisoner doesn't even know he's locked up. The point here is that I think this is one part of what teaching me how to think is really supposed to mean. To be just a little less arrogant. To have just a little critical awareness about myself and my certainties. Because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. I have learned this the hard way, as I predict you graduates will, too. Here is just one example of the total wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute centre of the universe; the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely think about this sort of natural, basic self-centredness because it's so socially repulsive. But it's pretty much the same for all of us. It is our default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: there is no experience you have had that you are not the absolute centre of. The world as you experience it is there in front of YOU or behind YOU, to the left or right of YOU, on YOUR TV or YOUR monitor. And so on. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real. Please don't worry that I'm getting ready to lecture you about compassion or other-directedness or all the so-called virtues. This is not a matter of virtue. It's a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default setting which is to be deeply and literally self-centered and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self. People who can adjust their natural default setting this way are often described as being "well-adjusted", which I suggest to you is not an accidental term. Given the triumphant academic setting here, an obvious question is how much of this work of adjusting our default setting involves actual knowledge or intellect. This question gets very tricky. Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education--least in my own case--is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualise stuff, to get lost in abstract argument inside my head, instead of simply paying attention to what is going on right in front of me, paying attention to what is going on inside me. As I'm sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotised by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about "the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master". This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in: the head. They shoot the terrible master. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger. And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense. Let's get concrete. The plain fact is that you graduating seniors do not yet have any clue what "day in day out" really means. There happen to be whole, large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine and petty frustration. The parents and older folks here will know all too well what I'm talking about. By way of example, let's say it's an average adult day, and you get up in the morning, go to your challenging, white-collar, college-graduate job, and you work hard for eight or ten hours, and at the end of the day you're tired and somewhat stressed and all you want is to go home and have a good supper and maybe unwind for an hour, and then hit the sack early because, of course, you have to get up the next day and do it all again. But then you remember there's no food at home. You haven't had time to shop this week because of your challenging job, and so now after work you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It's the end of the work day and the traffic is apt to be: very bad. So getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there, the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it's the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping. And the store is hideously lit and infused with soul-killing muzak or corporate pop and it's pretty much the last place you want to be but you can't just get in and quickly out; you have to wander all over the huge, over-lit store's confusing aisles to find the stuff you want and you have to manoeuvre your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts (et cetera, et cetera, cutting stuff out because this is a long ceremony) and eventually you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren't enough check-out lanes open even though it's the end-of-the-day rush. So the checkout line is incredibly long, which is stupid and infuriating. But you can't take your frustration out on the frantic lady working the register, who is overworked at a job whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpasses the imagination of any of us here at a prestigious college. But anyway, you finally get to the checkout line's front, and you pay for your food, and you get told to "Have a nice day" in a voice that is the absolute voice of death. Then you have to take your creepy, flimsy, plastic bags of groceries in your cart with the one crazy wheel that pulls maddeningly to the left, all the way out through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive, rush-hour traffic, et cetera et cetera. Everyone here has done this, of course. But it hasn't yet been part of you graduates' actual life routine, day after week after month after year. But it will be. And many more dreary, annoying, seemingly meaningless routines besides. But that is not the point. The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing is gonna come in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I'm gonna be pissed and miserable every time I have to shop. Because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me. About MY hungriness and MY fatigue and MY desire to just get home, and it's going to seem for all the world like everybody else is just in my way. And who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are, and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line. And look at how deeply and personally unfair this is. Or, of course, if I'm in a more socially conscious liberal arts form of my default setting, I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic being disgusted about all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUV's and Hummers and V-12 pickup trucks, burning their wasteful, selfish, 40-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper-stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest [responding here to loud applause] (this is an example of how NOT to think, though) most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers. And I can think about how our children's children will despise us for wasting all the future's fuel, and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and selfish and disgusting we all are, and how modern consumer society just sucks, and so forth and so on. You get the idea. If I choose to think this way in a store and on the freeway, fine. Lots of us do. Except thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic that it doesn't have to be a choice. It is my natural default setting. It's the automatic way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I'm operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the centre of the world, and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world's priorities. The thing is that, of course, there are totally different ways to think about these kinds of situations. In this traffic, all these vehicles stopped and idling in my way, it's not impossible that some of these people in SUV's have been in horrible auto accidents in the past, and now find driving so terrifying that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive. Or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he's trying to get this kid to the hospital, and he's in a bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am: it is actually I who am in HIS way. Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket's checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have harder, more tedious and painful lives than I do. Again, please don't think that I'm giving you moral advice, or that I'm saying you are supposed to think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it. Because it's hard. It takes will and effort, and if you are like me, some days you won't be able to do it, or you just flat out won't want to. But most days, if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she's not usually like this. Maybe she's been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it's also not impossible. It just depends what you want to consider. If you're automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won't consider possibilities that aren't annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down. Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're gonna try to see it. This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship. Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship--be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles--is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful, it's that they're unconscious. They are default settings. They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing. And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along in a pool of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the centre of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving.... The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day. That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing. I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. You are, of course, free to think of it whatever you wish. But please don't just dismiss it as just some finger-wagging Dr Laura sermon. None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death. The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death. It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over: "This is water." "This is water." It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out. Which means yet another grand cliché turns out to be true: your education really IS the job of a lifetime. And it commences: now. I wish you way more than luck.

Kyle Winter : **Enthusiastic applause** DFW: "This is an example of how not to think, by the way..." **Uncomfortable, tapering applause**

plzniteonly : To the good friend that I never met: thank you.

Michael Ian Ross : I can't help but think that so much of DFW's "humor" wasn't meant to be humor at all. He almost seems slightly frustrated that the audience is laughing at one point, like they're hearing the message but misunderstanding the genre and thus missing the point.

José Pablo Salas : Everytime I feel I'm losing my way in life I come back to this speech, to this particular video.

Pierre Jendrysiak : People are laughing just so they won't cry.

thebeattrustee : Holy shit this man had a goddamn golden tongue

The Passionly Passionate Nightman : He's right, I worship intelligence and I'm surprised he used the word "fraud" because whenever someone says I'm smart, I always think of that word.

ForTheLoveOfRyan : today, of all days: this is water.

Jay Marietta : I spent five minutes with DFW before he read in an auditorium in Claremont, CA.  He was the most outwardly-directed, considerate person I'd ever met.  The dude lived the speech he gives here.  I wish I could see him again to tell him how much those 5 minutes affected me.

lnicoll100 : 'the freedom all to be lords of our own tiny skull sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation.' woah

woops : my depression brought me here

Ryan Nafe : The amount of raw truth and value in this speech is absolutely incredible. It's mind blowing. Deeply moving.

steurun : "Maybe she's not usually like this." Teared up a bit there.

Damilola Ajisafe : Chris Evans recommends the best things. I really don't need more reason to love him.

Zed Lepplin : English class brought me here

Peach Plastic : I was fundamentally depressed to the point of slowly becoming suicical, when, somehow, on a cold dark evening, I wound up at a bookstore and found a printed version of this talk, which I spontaneously bought. I read this every time I reorganise my bookshelf or notice it otherwise. I'm really glad DFW wrote and gave this talk, even though, in the end, it didn't pierce through the impenetrable depth of misery he must have wound up in. Actually, I'm pretty sure that, if anything, the mindset he presents here prolonged his life.

amit nagpal : This was.....glorious. People who shoot themselves, generally tend to shoot themselves in the head. .*CHILLS*

James Brink : This is by far the most important video I have ever seen. 

Amanda : OMG, I love this. you cant take your frustrations out on the frantic lady working the register, who is overworked at a job whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpasses the imagination. and tells you to "have a nice day" in the voice of absolute death. as a person in retail... I thank you.

Nick Petrillo : How ironic is it that at 14:00, as he gives a speech on how to think critically, Wallace gives the audience an example of a situation in which lazy/selfish thought disguised as critical thinking (i.e. making fun of the driver's appearance) interfere can be highly intrusive - and the audience can only focus on and applaud the fake internal monologue that makes fun of the driver!

Kristen Leigh : people laughing is really ironic.

fruktjuiceify : "The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull sized kingdoms. Alone at the center of all creation."

Soylent Rabbit : I couldn't find anything in this speech to laugh about.

Jason Carlos Cardona : The first time I saw David Foster Wallace was on his Charlie Rose appearance. I didn't know who he was and thought he was strangely self-conscious and too aware, not of himself, but of his awareness of himself. I haven't gotten to his books yet, but listening to his past speeches I think he was really genuine because he was aware of his awareness of his awareness. In another person that might be a source of a false persona, but I think DFW knew who he was, and his intellectual self-consciousness was genuine because of that. I can understand why he killed himself...for those who see things so clearly, it's hard to live in the world. I wish he had found some way to root himself in being a constructed human being, and not gave up the whole journey of being alive. Rest in peace.

Bial Noug : I listened to this speech many times. The water is not very good these days. Empathy is very important, just don't let it kill you.

blueonblack83 : The only thing I didnt like was the graduates laughing at not-funny things. The speech was no bullshit though, I loved it.

Sadiq ghazy : this fundamentally changed me

Tina Shafer : So incredibly poignant. Wish he could have listened to his own words. So tragic we lost this great thinker to depression. I am grateful he left this speech.

Dustin DeBolt : "To be just a little less arrogant" Great advice to ANYONE at any point in life. 

Sosa : ''The capital-T Truth is about life before death.'' I will always remember that.

PhilosoMe : One of the greatest speeches of all time. It's amazing just how far we'll go to protect our egos. Astounding lengths, even. After all, without them, we feel vulnerable. Susceptible. Easily broken. We feel deprived, whatever that deprivation might be. That is why we create alternate identities in order to compensate for these problems; to provide a sort of mask to conceal them. But it is nonetheless false, and no less damaging, especially. Here, David asks that we challenge our own assumptions. To step outside of our usual selves and, even for only a brief moment, look at things differently and explore alternatives. To look past what our initial impressions are, and consider things from a different perspective. Unfortunately, much, if not all, of this is impeded by the influence the ego has on our minds, and it's ability to impact our thought patters and decisions. We're too focused on _Our_ wants, _our desires_ and _our issues_ that we rend ourselves blind to the afflictions and hardships of those around us and as a consequence, lack sympathy. Even more fundamentally, we lack understanding. How can we ever connect to others if we cannot even understand them? How will we show our sympathy? We need to realize just how blinding the ego can be to our self-awareness. If we're ever to come even close to a peaceful society, the first step, I think, would be to do just as Wallace here suggests. -

JustAllyCat : Chris Evans tweeted this, so here I am. 🤷‍♀️

Sunny kim : I come back everyday whenever i have time ..whenever i feel my life is going like a rat race ..routinely

Adam Patterson : "Maybe she's not usually like this"

Larry's Acting Videos : This is so incredibly important and sacred. Everyone should see this video and consider his words. David had the most wonderful gift of being able to articulately translate into words the internal landscapes of human beings. I am very grateful for this video and his speech. I am sad he lost his battle. But I, along with all of you, will continue our fight! Peace and love. RIP David Foster Wallace

ChelsRen : Jason Segal on a 45 minute interview that I saw 6 months ago brought me here once but I keep coming back because I need this incredible message engrained in my brain.

Daniel Gennaro : Capital T - Truth. wow. Prolific way of seeing the world around us- and those in it. Noticing people, considering their struggles, or situations they're faced with. His message is so clear, calling out for the young minds to wake up and to not settle in a corporate desk-job 9 to 5 life. That is so amazing- most speeches are the motivational pep-talk, GO GUNG-GO! Fly! Change the world! You are 1 in a Million, Use it! ... his was a calm, whisper of reality, speaking straight into the soul. Challenging the comfortable lives we routinely pursue. Calling for people to live in consciousness, not in un-conscious death... This strikes me especially as yesterday there was a study on the news about how many accidents are the rise because of falling asleep at the wheel. It makes so much sense- how many of us are overworked? under-slept/sleep-deprived? frayed at the seems, and lethargic from so much that steals your energy, awareness, zest? No doubt its hard to disregard the comfort of everyday living, as in leaving a career... but to those that have the courage and will and trust to do so... how much have they flourished because of doing so?

Willson Basyal : ***Roaring applause*** "this is how not to think"

Matt M : i wish you way more than luck

Ashley Roache : Who's here because of Chris Evans?? I'm glad I watched it.

Agent Smidt : ENOUGH with the Chris Evans. DID YOU GET THE MESSAGE?

ShroomFactory : 'Self-importance is another thing that must be dropped, just like personal history. The world around us is very mysterious. It doesn't yield its secrets easily. Now we are concerned with losing self-importance. As long as you feel that you are the most important thing in the world you cannot really appreciate the world around you. You are like a horse with blinders, all you see is yourself apart from everything else.'

Fea Pratt : This speech has honestly changed the way I see people. I’m so grateful I’ve been exposed to DFW

Bryan Fuller : I listen to this once a week. It has helped me live in the moment. I have shared it more times than I know.

ǝllǝʇuɐɥƆ : Chris Evan's brought me here and I'm so grateful.

Sophie Nugre : this is interesting. Growing up emotionally abused I come from the other end of the spectrum, excusing even the most heinous systematic offenses against self because I wasn't raised to be self centered. I was in fact raised to not have a self. It brings an empathy that can be freeing as he aptly describes. But its also important not to loose sense of self which I think can also happen while you think you are the center of the universe.