1) He acknowledges his own mortality and limited time on this planet by referencing the “cemetery.” And I’d like to believe that he recognizes that we all come from dirt and go back to dirt. We don’t leave this planet with our riches, but we can leave a legacy behind.
2) His use of “we.” Notice he does not say “me” or “I” doing something wonderful. It’s a selfless gesture and an acknowledgment that his team is just as important as his individual. This must have been a huge reason why Apple became what it did.
3) Going to bed every night with a feeling of accomplishment. Not taking his days for granted. It’s as if he’d always known his life was to be cut short, so he squeezed success out of every waking moment. He did more in 56 years than most people could do in 3 lives.
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”—Steve Jobs
I believe in this enough that I am posting it on both of my blogs this morning. Please consider!:
Kids these days. They want it all. That’s fine, that’s how we taught them. Dream big! Shoot for the stars!! You can do anything if you put your mind to it!!! But the reality of the matter is that dreams are nothing without hard work. Goals are zero without diligence. And everyone has a vision, but what have you done in the past 24 hours to achieve it?
There’s this theory of the “millenial generation”: Gen Y, which refers to pretty much everyone reading this blog, especially us degenerates from the ’80s and ’90s. According to the brainy ones (who get paid a lot of money to compartmentalize us), we are apparently lost – the most educated but also most unemployed generation: 85% of college graduates this year are jobless. That means we have the smartest, most capable set of minds in the history of human civilization, and we’re droning out on Black Ops slumber parties, celebrity Twitter feeds, and Music Television shows about pregnant teenagers (Team Maci). But we all know what we want, and for the most part, we even know how to get there. The gnarly part is that 99.9% of us will just never ever do it.
We’ve bred a culture of visionaries who can’t see beyond their next dream. I’ve heard it all, from the motivated and inspired youth around the world who seek higher ground. They approach me at the shops, lectures and parties. Bright-eyed and enthusiastic, bubbling with passion and avarice. They’re gonna start a clothing company! Not like any other clothing company! Or they’re gonna be the next “IT” rapper, on the cover of XXL in 6 months flat. At first, I was stoked – so many young kids dreaming big, following this notion that the world was theirs, that they could do anything. Do you know how many e-mails we get to our website everyday from another kid starting a t-shirt brand? How many I responded to over the years? And do you know how many people actually followed through? About as many that understand how Google+ works.
I guess I can’t blame them. It’s people like me who tell the youth that the sky’s the limit, and that inspiration and passion are enough fuel to cross the desert. We sit here and preach that all things are possible, that they too can dive into Scrooge McDuck moneypits filled with best wishes and high hopes. Then these romantic wanderers go out into the virtual world and watch neighborhood kids get plucked by record labels waving million-dollar contracts and the aforementioned teenage moms plastered on Us Weekly covers. It can happen to anybody, just like that. All you have to do is dream.
The problem with dreaming is that at some point, you have to wake up. (See: Inception) But even when some of us do, we’re still daydreaming in a haze. I was born in the ’80s and like many in my generation, we understood that there were certain universal goals in life. For some, it was big houses and fancy cars. For others, it was going on a date with Elizabeth Shue (maybe that was just me), but the main idea was to make money, take care of your loved ones, and achieve happiness. (See: Buddhism, Richard Gere)
But the millenials? Perfectly content with glory, fame, and all the nothingness that comes with it. That’s all they’re gunning for nowadays – the Instagram hearts, Tumblr reblogs, Yelp badges and Swag! Swag! Swag! Sure, they’ll take a million-dollar contract, but not to invest, fund a future business, or diversify a portfolio. It’s just a faster route to notoriety and celebrity – the reputation of being a millionaire will suffice. Most will get some modicum of glory (it’s not that hard, if you really think about it), and then what? And then it’s back to watching from the bleachers, admiring, sighing, and wishing. We’re like a buncha forlorn nerds in the lunchroom, clawing for an invite to the cool kids’ table and a second look from our schoolyard crush. When we should be studying for the exam to graduate and get onto our careers.
And that’s the key word: career. Longevity. The long haul. What’s really good with building a career, leaving a legacy, and making a substantial mark on this world? All the millenials want (and see) is point Z. They don’t want to sit through and listen to B or C, or work Saturday nights on J or K, or wake up early on Sunday for P and Q. They just want Z. And when they can’t endure the pains, struggle, and valuable life lessons that a few years of Ds and Es take, they’re onto the next one. Unfortunately, they’re missing the point. It’s not about Z, it’s never been (C’mon Z’s a crappy letter anyways, all it’s good for is Zebra and Pizza). A truly invaluable life is comprised of the journey: achieving and appreciating the entire alphabet. The hard work is the trophy.
Work hard. It’s that simple, guys. Just work hard and you’ve already one-upped the rest. It’s an unsung art, and it’s the answer. And unlike money or connections or all the other excuses people make as to why someone else has the advantage, hard work is something that everyone has access to.
"See my momma raised me without no muthafucking help from a man But I still don’t understand how you could say that Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back Bout your father and you told me that you hate nigga Talkin’ bout he a coward and you so glad that you aint that nigga Cause he left your mamma when she had you and he aint shit Here you go doin’ the same shit You aint shit nigga!”
I was never a big fan of my pops, I constantly told myself as a kid that I will never be like him and so far I am nothing like him, I am actually better! A lot better! He was never in my life, well he was, but he would come and go and lie here and there for the most part. That is why I never claimed to have a father. My two older brothers and my mom were my father, they taught me everything there is know about life. However, even though I didn’t want my father to be at my college graduation a few days ago because he was never there for most of my life, with everyone telling me that he is still my father and regardless of what happens he still will be at the end of the day. I recently came to a realization that maybe I should give him one last chance to try a make a difference in my life, which I doubt would happen because the people who made a difference in my life were the ones who were with me since day one, and he was not. I was the only one in my family who have never forgave him for what he did until this day. After graduating from college and moving home at the end of the summer to start a new chapter in my life, I think maybe it is time I should show some respect to my dad and possibly forgive him and give him the benefit of the doubt. I guess as I was growing up.. I was a part of the l o s t o n e s.
Pleaseeee dont’t floss and brag about shit your parents bought you, technically it is not even yours.. since you didn’t earn or work for it. Just keep it to yourself. It might be nice to have, you might think you’re cool and what not but I’m still not going to respect you or it because you didn’t work for it, it was just handed to you and your a spoiled brat because of it. You just spend spend spend your parents money and buy products that you still don’t know shit about it. Do you know anything about the product at all? anything? Just because it has multiple digits on the price tag, you think it’s cool? uhh well it’s not and you look stupid with it because it looks dumb as shit on you to begin with because there is no way in hell you can pull it off. It doesn’t mean anything until you work for yours.
Consider working for it or maybe everything that you have for once.. or at least earn something for a start and maybe I’ll consider respecting or acknowledging you.
So today or about an hour from now is something that I have been waiting for some quite time. Now that it is about to happen.. I am kind of scared, which is rare because I am usually excited. In the past, I have had a lot of success. So around 4 O’clock today I will be meeting my girlfriend, Kelly’s parents for the first time!! yikeee! how nerve racking! This is a huge step in our relationship because family means a lot to both of us and we are nervous of what one family will think of the other.. we just want everyone to approve of each other! We are both confident because our families has been through the same struggles with all the drama growing up. Kelly met my mom over a year or two now and she looveeesss her! So I just hope her parents feel the same way about me. It’s difficult on my part because my mom is the chillest mom you will ever meat.. she only cares about one thing and that is happiness, to go along with honesty and loyalty. Regardless of what you do, if she likes or don’t, she will stand right next you with encouragement and support, because she believes freedom and personal choice for self-satisfaction regardless of what other say, makes you happy. Anyways, Kelly parents are the opposite because they are not as chill and understanding as my mom. They are straight up typical traditional parents who tend to judge, set arranged marriage, be materialistic, want to be doctors status, drive nice cars, bright future etc etc and all that good stuff. Which I am okay with because I have no control of that. However, I only ask for them to not judge me by looks and what I drive or have on, and actually take the time during this dinner to get to know who I am, my personality, my mom, our likes and dislike, my future, and just the fact that I will do anything to make their daughter happy. I never had a big family, I never attended a family reunion, I never had huge family parties, I dont have a million cousins to hang out with, so this gives my family and I a chance to start growing a bigger family.. something that I always wished for! With that said.. wish me luckkkk!!