Apple – To The Crazy Ones

Steven Paul Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011) Apple

Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
There’re not fond or rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify them or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent.
They imagine.
They heal.
They explore.
They create.
They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kind of people.
Because while some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
And it’s the people who are crazy enough to think then can change the world,
who actually do.

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