Maybe it's inspiration, but it feels like something deeper. Like somehow I'm on the verge of something that is bigger than anything I've ever been connected to in my short existence. Like something so overwhelming is on the edge of breaking through in me and those around me that I will be swallowed up by it. I'll shut up now and let you read it. I want to know what it does to you... if that means nothing then at least tell me nothing.
- Here's to the crazy ones.
- The misfits.
- The rebels.
- The troublemakers.
- The round pegs in the square holes.
- The troublemakers.
- The rebels.
- The misfits.
- The ones who see things differently.
- They're not fond of rules
- And they have no respect for the status quo.
- You can praise them, quote them, disagree with them
- disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
- About the only thing that 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 may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
- Because the people who are crazy enough to think that they can
- change the world, are the ones who do.
(The one-minute commercial featured black and white video footage of significant historical people of the past, including (in order) Albert Einstein, Bob Dylan, Martin Luther King, Jr., Richard Branson, John Lennon, R. Buckminster Fuller, Thomas Edison, Muhammad Ali, Ted Turner, Maria Callas, Mahatma Gandhi, Amelia Earhart, Alfred Hitchcock, Martha Graham, Jim Henson (with Kermit the Frog), Frank Lloyd Wright and Picasso. The commercial ends with a young girl opening her closed eyes, as if to see the possibilities before her.)
To watch the full commercial check it out on youtube here.
1 comment:
Its seems as though I remember it and as I read the lines I remember feeling hope. I have never been an ordinary or average person, I remember crying to my mom and asking why do I have to be so different, why do I have to be so weird and sometimes I still find myself asking the same questions. As I read those lines and here the words once again in my mind, I do not have tears or great emotion, but as you said I know there is something great that is just at fingers reach and I see myself and the church on the brink of a new day.
And the hope turns into a knowing.
A knowing that the difference or the weirdness is for something great.
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