The sun’s beautiful rays broke throughleafless branches; fell through the glazed windows to rusty worn-out curtains awaking me on a sound of southern birds, rumbling trees and warm summer days, back to eager memory bringing the sweetest thoughts of happy days.

The joyous laughter of kids playing outside my wooden cottage increased my desire to get up and smell the fresh summer day under the sylvan shades of an Oak tree.

Sunshine’s streaming through the trees intensified the vivid colors of sunflowers and Lilies. Dark trees bent together as though whispering secrets. Still early in the morning, I lie down next to the roses that lay upon the grass like little shreds of crimson silk and slowly I looked at the gleaming sky, curiously staring at the clouds, white clouds like daisies, white clouds like grazing sheep on pastures.

My cozy wooden cottage lasted 20 years of happy and blissful memories. It wasn’t an epicurean castle of fairy tales, but the beautiful antique French furniture, now worn-out and raddled, still looked fresh in my eyes like a new pair of diamond earrings. Every piece of furniture, every antiquity was special, surrounded by the white-gray walls of joyful and sad memories over the years. The small empty lunch table still has the round waxy circle of dripping candles, and the rusty silver spoons no longer shine like the old days.

Up there, my tree house standing still next to shady trees and big green leaves. I’m not sure my tree house will last much longer, because cracks of pine wood are breaking slowly.

Warm breeze making the pine trees sway brings the smell of summer days when I was ten…  I remember. Hair was golden as tints of sunrise, eyes as bright as water of Woodland River. Running around the fields, playing hide and seek and blushing until my cheeks were like roses.  Dragon flies landing on outstretched fingers and butterflies gathering around me like I was a flower.  I remember my grand-mother’s fresh apple pies, and how I used to help my grand-father paint the roof. I love the color blue, like the sky… so beautiful. I used to come back with blue hands and paint all over my clothes.
 I walk, barefooted. I see a small rivulet just next to where I used to sit and hide most of the day, next to the big rock. Glittering like a star, just under the rock I see a key…

I will hide the key under this huge rock and then I’ll come back after 20 years, will you promise to meet me here?  

I waited for him to scrape the candle wax of the table like he promised to; I waited for him to help me build a new tree house… but he never came. I waited for him, but the candle burned-out.

It’s almost dark, night falls like fire… time does fly… the sky glittered with million diamonds and pearls, while silence seems heavy and dark like a passing cloud. After 20 years, I looked back, days past by so fast…. Time drops in decay, like a burned-out candle.

I’ll come back… I’ll come back to hear the cows mow and to listen to the bird’s sweet music, to wake up by the sun’s beam, to smell the fresh, earthy grass, to stare at the stars and for one last time to feel the breeze in my hair.  

I watch kids play, hear their laughter and I look back fondly on my halcyon days, remembering the peaceful and happy times of my youth…

Everything here is so elusive, that the memory come and go like a flash of light.

I’m home.

The End.

Three apples changed the world. The 1st tempted eve. The 2nd inspired Newton. And the 3rd was offered to the world half eaten by Steve Jobs.

“Good morning!”

“Good morning, anything new?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Steve Jobs is dead.”

These words literally dimmed black shadows on my beautiful Thursday morning.  Like many of you, Steve Jobs was one of my heroes, a true visionary and a creative genius… Steve had it all: curiosity, passion and determination with other countless innovations that made our lives much more interesting.  

Today we lost a magnificent iconic human being. He utterly changed our lives from the moment he introduced Macintosh. I remember how I first read about his story, and since then I was hooked by his charisma that shined the stage every time he stood on it… Steve was a challenger that looked deep in our eyes and made us look deeply into his. Today, we should remember “Stay foolish, Stay hungry.” And with these last words, my prayers and thoughts are with Steve’s family, may he rest in peace, because he definitely left a ding in the Universe as he wished to.

R.I.P Steve Jobs

Iconic legend

The reason Apple is successful according to Steve Jobs: "Picasso had a saying: 'Good artists copy, great artists steal.' We have always been shameless about stealing great ideas...I think part of what made the Macintosh great was that the people working on it were musicians, poets, artists, zoologists and historians who also happened to be the best computer scientists in the world."
-- 1994

I might not be a Mac user, but still I’m fascinated by what Steve Jobs invented. He was Thomas Edison of our Generation. One of his speeches that inspired me was Stanford Commencement speech, even though Steve Jobs didn’t graduate from college, he knew everything will fall into the right place after all.

Here are three lessons I learned from his story: from (Stanford Commencement speech)

1)      Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t spend your life living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They, somehow, already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

2)      Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. 

3)       “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. 

This year has been tragically interesting so far! Seve Ballesteros died at age 54 from cancer and now Steve Jobs aged 56 died for the same reason. I hope that kids’ bold ideas and creative imagination might be the cure of cancer in the near future.  

One more thing.... Crazy Ones....  
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. And 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.

Steve Jobs will always be my hero whom I’ve never met…. R.I.P, you’ll be missed.

“Stay foolish, stay hungry”