Yesterday afternoon I found myself at the Apple store downtown on 14th Street.
I had meant to just walk along The High Line and back; I hadn’t even thought of that store. But somehow my feet led me down the stairs and suddenly, there I was – viewing another poignant memorial to Steve Jobs.
Who knew that a bunch of post-it notes could feel so heart-breaking?
The High Line, especially during “The Golden Hour”, is a fine place for reflections. Both the inner kind and the outer kind.
I watched as the moon begin to rise
and the darkening sky pulled its cover over the city
and the very last bit of the day’s golden glow reflected in the panes around me.
I thought of what someone can maybe accomplish, during their very short time here.
“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, 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.”
Thank you, you misfit, you rebel, you genius…