Here's to the Crazy Ones

I don't own an IPhone, I never have.

I have never operated an Apple computer, and I'm afraid I wouldn't know how.

I watch Pixar movies, but I long for the old fashioned hand-drawn ones.

And yet, the death of Steven Jobs breaks my heart.

It has nothing to do with technology, or multi-billion business deals, or the next animated super hero.

It's about a boy in his parents' garage.

A boy and a dream.

And the world would never be the same...

Here's to the Crazy Ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing that 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 hasn't been written?
Or, gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world,
are the ones who do.