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This one goes out to the rebels. The revolutionaries. The geeks in cold basements building the next dynamic change in technology. The radicals who stay out late tagging overpasses. Those who couldn't bear to listen in school. The oddballs who did what they loved and let no one stop them. This one's for you.
You never liked rules, and you always did your own thing. Preoccupied with your own pursuits, you never really did well in school. Teachers, parents and other (well meaning) authority figures never understood you. They wrinkled their brows and whispered (or said aloud) you were being lazy when you dropped out (or didn't go) to college. They wondered what you were doing with yourself as visions of you staying with your parents playing Call Of Duty until you were 45 danced in their head. They gave you detentions, made you go to your room, and lectured you about a college degree to keep you in line. But you were never the best at listening to unsuccessful people. So you didn't.
Thank you for doing your own thing, and helping the rest of us out while you were at it. Thank you for studying what you wanted in school, rather than what the rest of the class was. Thank you for being you. Fighters. Zealots. Romantics. Those who stood up when others sat down. You've made all of our lives better with what you built, did, or said.
You never liked rules, and you always did your own thing. Preoccupied with your own pursuits, you never really did well in school. Teachers, parents and other (well meaning) authority figures never understood you. They wrinkled their brows and whispered (or said aloud) you were being lazy when you dropped out (or didn't go) to college. They wondered what you were doing with yourself as visions of you staying with your parents playing Call Of Duty until you were 45 danced in their head. They gave you detentions, made you go to your room, and lectured you about a college degree to keep you in line. But you were never the best at listening to unsuccessful people. So you didn't.
But they were wrong. You made the right choices all along. Following your gut and what you wanted out of life paid off one hundred fold. Now you're rich, powerful, and loved. You always knew you'd make it, because you worked at it every single day. They call you artists, and finally recognize you for what you're worth. Priceless. And those same people who tried to keep you in line, are now taking credit for you're success. They say that they made you who you are today. Apparently, they took your unshaped, misguided mind and molded it into one driven for success.
Now they're wrong twice.
Now they're wrong twice.
Thank you for doing your own thing, and helping the rest of us out while you were at it. Thank you for studying what you wanted in school, rather than what the rest of the class was. Thank you for being you. Fighters. Zealots. Romantics. Those who stood up when others sat down. You've made all of our lives better with what you built, did, or said.
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| I didn't know about this picture before I started writing. But I love it. |
Thank God For Rebels.
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. 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. - Apple Inc.
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