Steve Jobs

I've recently been reading the Steve Jobs autobiography by Walter Issacson. I'm confused as to how I should feel about him. A part of me really dislikes him for being the cold, distant, jerk that he was. Another part of me can't help but admire him for believing in himself and others around him so much. He was terrible, but he brought out the best in everyone. Love him or hate him, you knew who you were when you met him. I'm sure I'm a small fraction of the number of people who wished they knew and met him, but that doesn't make my desire any less important to me.

I've been told that the greatest form of flattery is when one tries to emulate another. I don't believe that is true. I love Steve Jobs and admire him to great depths but I would never want to be like him. I wish I had his strong will and his drive and his vision, but I would never want to be him. He was a cruel man with the emotional tolerance off a three year old. No, I never want to be like him. I do however wish that I was as smart as as he was. I don't know his IQ but I do know he was no dummy.

It's been months since he's left our world, but I still feel a pang of true pain whenever I think about him. One of my most loved, respected, and sought after company would not exist today if it weren't for Steve. Who knows what the world would have been like without him. I'm sure of one thing, what has taken Steve few years to create, might have taken the previous and our generation years to build. The world of art and technology owes many thanks to Steve, as do I. We miss you more than we thought we would. Whether we agree with you or disagree with you, at the end of the day, we love you Steve.