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Transcript of Jay Shetty’s Princeton University Class Day Commencement Speech

The following is the full transcript of author and podcaster Jay Shetty’s Class Day address to Princeton University’s Class of 2025 on May 26th, 2025.

Listen to the audio version here:

Opening Remarks and Congratulations

JAY SHETTY: Good morning, Class of 2025, members of the Board, President Eisgruber, the 2025 Class Government, and the 2025 Class Day Committee. Thank you for giving me this honor. I’m truly grateful and humbled to be here. And good morning to your families, professors, friends, and anyone here just to say they’ve been to Princeton without actually having to take a writing seminar. I’ve heard the trauma bond is real.

You made it. You survived precept. You survived Dean’s Day. You survived walking all the way to the dinky in the rain only to find out it was cancelled. You survived the email from your professor that started with “just a gentle reminder” and ended with existential dread. You’ve learned to interpret emails from Nassau Hall like they’re ancient texts, vague, mysterious, and I’ve heard slightly threatening. You survived group projects where one person wrote the entire thing and everyone else mostly contributed anxiety. You survived accidentally calling a professor “dude.” You survived that one week when the Wi-Fi died, the laundry machines were broken, and you were three seconds away from dropping out and becoming an influencer.

Honestly, if you’ve made it through four years at Princeton, you’re qualified for anything except maybe explaining what bicker actually is to someone who didn’t go here. Can someone actually explain it to me later? But in all seriousness, congratulations. You are truly the best and brightest minds with hearts dedicated to service. I’m truly humbled to share this day with you.

My Own Graduation Story

Now, I have a confession for you. I didn’t go to my own graduation. No ceremony, no cap toss, no awkward moment of wondering, do we hug the dean? I missed the occasion my parents had been waiting for their entire lives. And why? Because I decided to become a monk. My parents were thrilled. And by thrilled, I mean deeply concerned for my mental stability. I had three choices growing up as an Indian immigrant, to be a doctor, a lawyer, or a failure. I chose monk. They didn’t make me feel bad, but they did send me a TED talk titled “Why We Make Bad Decisions” by Dan Gilbert, who coincidentally got his PhD from Princeton. So it’s kind of a full circle moment for me, I guess.

When I was invited to speak at Princeton, my first thought was, I’m so humbled and grateful to be here. But my honest thought was, I hope I say something worthy of their time. That self-doubt, that inner critic, that voice, it’s still there.

The Voice of Self-Doubt

The one that’s been with me since I was eight years old, standing on a stage, giving my first speech ever. My mom had volunteered me to speak and sing at my school’s Diwali assembly. I was dressed in what looked like a toga, and considering I was slightly overweight, a lot of me was hanging out. And I started to sing. I’m definitely not a singer. And everyone began to laugh. I forgot my words, and everyone began to laugh even more. I then looked down to read the next line. Only I couldn’t, because my tears had smudged the words. Everyone began to laugh harder.

Now, to make things even worse, if that was even possible, my teacher came on stage, put her arm around me, and walked me off stage. And that was my first experience of public speaking. And all I could think about was what my friends thought of me.

When I got rejected by a girl in my teens, I played it over and over in my head for days. Not because she rejected me, but because I was scared of what she thought. When I became a monk after college, I was worried if my parents would ever understand. I was scared of what they thought. Three years later, when I left the monastery, I felt like I’d failed. Then I applied for jobs. 40 rejections. Not even interviews. Rejections despite having a first-class degree. And when I finally got one as a consultant, you’ll be happy to know, I thought, I’m behind everyone. What will they think of me?

When I quit my stable career to pursue media, I feared what my colleagues would say. When I pitched my video ideas to three executives, one said I was too old, the second said I was too young, the third said I was the right age, but it was the wrong time. I was 28 and confused. I had no idea what would come next.

When I started my podcast, a production company backed out two weeks before launch. They said, and I quote, “it would never be big.” When I wrote my first book, 14 imprints wanted me to change the name. They said no one wanted to think like a monk. And now, as I stand here in front of you today, at Princeton, one of the most prestigious institutions in the world, I still catch myself wondering, what are you going to think of this speech?

The Struggle of Being Enough

When you Google the words, “will I ever,” the first thing that comes up is, “will I ever find love?” The second thing is, “will I ever be enough?” And the third is, “will I am net worth?” It’s true. Check it out. We go from love to worth to money really, really quick. It’s 70 million, by the way, if anyone’s wondering. But being enough is something we all struggle with.

In 1902, Charles Horton Cooley wrote, “I’m not what I think I am. I’m not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.” Let that blow your mind for a moment. In 1902, Charles Horton Cooley wrote, “I’m not what I think I am.