“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. 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, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may 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.”—Steve Jobs (via incurablysensitive)
Heads up people, if I delete you from my Facebook it’s nothing personal, generally its only happens if you don’t reply to my msgs or wall notes and I figure you wont realise or care if I’m no longer a Facebook friend.
Please don’t take Facebook so seriously and send me bitchy whining msgs asking why I’m not your friend anymore, as if you’re some primary school kid who likes melodrama.
How about just saying “hi how are you” and tell me how you are and what you’ve been up to.
Facebook is about actively connecting and keeping in contact with friends, enjoy it, it’s not supposed to be a soap opera.
I stare out the window. One solitary cloud drifts through the infinite blue. Dare I ask there must be something better than this? I think of the people I see in the city, on our journey to work. Those buildings tower around us. I marvel at their size still. There are beautiful contrasts; red brick of the nineteen hundreds to grey rendering of the twenty first century and always the graffiti of immortal rebels. But the people, their faces pale and blank. What do they think? Do they think of things other than the immediate? I can only hope. To and from work the crowds move together, a force to be un-reckoned with. Secure within their comfort zones yet they will still complain but search they will not. Only the restless break the mould and the unique have never fit within it. They are potential leaders. But mortgages, rent, shopping – money the only answer, such obstacles I prefer to avoid. I am forever restless; let me travel, wander, explore, observe and learn.
Like an old book once described me, “mostly I frolic…I’m not made to be a king’s counsellor. I have no place of my own.”
And like the same book advised me, “You may be partially right; you were born with a restless spirit, which gives you strength. But you must never lose that restlessness; it keeps you true to yourself.”
“Mostly I frolic…I’m not made to be a king’s counsellor. I have no place of my own.
You may be partially right; you were born with a restless spirit, which gives you strength. But you must never lose that restlessness; it keeps you true to yourself.”—