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An Inspiration, Remembered

I never knew Steve Jobs. I never used an Apple product.
But today, as I look at the memorial thats sprung up in my city, in various nooks and corners that I didn't even know existed,
I can only grasp the extent to which his imagination changed lives over the world.
His Stanford commencement speech will always inspire those of us who are lost and looking for a sign to carry on.
His imagination will make sure that dreamers will also gain importance.
In this world, which is torn apart by so many conflicts, like religion, ethnicity, gender differences and civil strife,
Steve Jobs managed to unite this fragmented world in a moment.
Today, people who probably never met him in his life mourn him.
And, there in lies the greatest tribute anybody an ever pay.
To be mourned by your family is not a big issue. But to mourned by the entire world, well, that is greatness.
I'd like to quote HW Longfellow, from the poem Psalm of Life.
"Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait. "


I think those words pay tribute to Mr Jobs, better than any other.
He managed to inspire people, from all age groups. Six to sixty, they were his followers.
And now, he leaves behind a great legacy, something generations of youngsters can take heart from.

Godspeed Mr Jobs. Apple and its legions of fans everywhere will miss you.

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