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 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.

  • This is one of the best blogs I’ve read. I cried while watching the video. Were you touched by it?

    • Now that Steve Jobs is gone, this video has much deeper meaning to me. It is definitely a philosophy that we at MRB Media share with Apple.

  • Loypod Montenegro

    feel this hatred, on my way back home i thought of this and told myself, no matter how good a guy can be, or a woman can be, the other can also be a very big asshole, and asshole are usualy full of pride and over confident pricks.

    It’s not my fault, i tried hard.

    I was bending you, forcing you to see by yourself that what you see was wrong but i still loved you and felt so bad when you told me you’d always love and and had to chase you, i wish you didn’t turned like this.

    You told me you tried to kill your ex with a knife and chased your other because he had sex with a fisherman wife before meeting you? you think you are a gift?

    I tried hard, it’s not my fault, i wanted you to bend, to see that what you done was wrong, that i couldn’t take much of these anymore, i wanted it to be you and me only, that our fight stay in bound without you to venge yourself over something that isn’t even real, it was just normal to be this way..or else what expecting of one years and half that you are just tearing in crap for nothing, hurting girl of my age, making blog about them and passing it on my back, come on..i wish you took me seriously, that i was older.

    At the end, my feeling were just wasted because you knew this wouldn’t end anywhere and that’s really what piss me off about all this.