“I would add that if you don’t regularly feel utterly confused, if you don’t occasionally feel like you’re treading just above water, if you don’t ever feel misunderstood, then you probably aren’t living in life — you’re just observing it.” --- Ben Casnocha
Perhaps the past few months of agony, late nights, self-doubts are just part of living life, again. I need to be able to start "feeling" again.
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Think Different
(Apple Computer Ad Campaign)
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 praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify 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 kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.
So maybe I'm just different. Times and again I've asked why can't I be "normal". Am I really different, or simply enjoy, and influence others to think I'm different? Is different simply a case of being the minority? And what if there are no longer "majorities", and instead, sprockets of minorities, would we then be "similarly different"?
