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مرُد!


یادآوری واقعیت "به زودی خواهم مرد"  مهمترین ابزاری است که به من کمک‌کرده است تا تصمیمات بزرگ بگیرم. تمامی انتظارات دیگران، همه‌ی غرور، خجالت یا شکست چیزهایی هستند که در مواجهه با مرگ به راحتی رنگ می‌بازند و کنار می‌روند تا من به تنها مسئله مهم بپردازم.


یادآوری  "به زودی خواهم مرد" بهترین روشی است که توانسته‌ام از دام ترس از "چیزی برای از دست دادن دارم" برهم.


وقتی هیچ چیز نداری دلیلی نداری که دنبال دلت نروی....


وقت تو بسیار محدود است پس برای زندگی دیگران تلفش نکن. در دام تعصب نیفت، تعصبی که از دنباله‌روی کورکورانه‌ی دیگران نشأت می‌گیرد. نگذار آشوب و بلوای این و آن مانع از آن شود که ندای درون خود را گوش کنی.




استیو جابز مرد


پسرخاله‌ی من نبود اما من شخصیتش رو دوست داشتم و اخبارش رو همیشه پی‌گیری می‌کردم. از خیلی قبل درگیر امراض کشنده بود تا بالاخره مرد. مثل خیلیهای دیگه.


از طرز فکر و جسارتش کیف می‌کردم. جملات بالا بخشی از سخنرانی آقای جابزه در دانشگاه استنفورد.


روحش نمی‌دونم چی!




پ.نون: همینجا از دوستانی که تا الآن متن بالا رو خوندن عذر می‌خوام. امروز صبح دیدم که اینجوری شده با اونکه هر روز منتظرش بودم یکه خوردم و خواستم چیزی براش بنویسم. با یه جستجو این جملات رو ازش پیدا کردم و سعی کردم در حالی که پنج شیش نفر دورم در حال ضربدری حرف و بحث بودن ترجمه‌شون کنم. در نتیجه طبعا گند زدم. الآن که دورم خالی شد نگاه کردم دیدم افتض زدم. سعی کردم یه نمه ماله‌کشیش کنم :)


پ.نون حکیمانه!!! ؟؟؟ : چند روز پیشا که با بر و بچه‌های اهل دل رفته بودیم جگر بخوریم فضل‌الله گفت یه شعر گفتم مامان! اصرار کردیم بخونه اونم بعد از کلی عشوه شتری و اینا برامون خوند. من که خیلی دوست داشتم و چون با مطلب هم‌خونی ضمنیی داشت می‌ذارمش اینجا شاید خوشت بیاد.


خــواهی که تــو را دولت ابـــرار رسد

مــــپسند که از تــو بر کس آزار رسد

از مـــرگ میندیش و غـــم رزق مـخور

کاین هردو به وقت خویش ناچار رسد




این متن کامل سخنرانی استیو جابزه. به کسانی که حوصله خوندن متن بلند رو دارن قویا توصیه می‌کنم بخونید. 


ببخشید اگر اون قسمتها رو که توی ترجمه آوردم ترجمه‌ی خیلی مناسبی نیستن اما قصد و غرضش همینها بوده بر اساس سواد نم‌کشیده‌ی من!


استیو جابز یک قابلیت بزرگ رو قطعا داشت، سخنور توانایی بود و شاید علاوه بر نبوغ ذاتیی که در زمینه‌ی اختراع و نوآوری داشت به کمک نفوذ کلام و سخنرانیهای شیوای خودش موفق شد شرکت اپل رو جزو قدرتمندترین و سودآورترین شرکتهای دنیا قرار بده.




I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

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. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is 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 important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

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بهزاد امیر ملک 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 12:41 ب.ظ

ازت کم می شه که بگی روحش شاد یا براش از خدا طلب آمرزش کنی؟؟؟
چرا چون مسلمون نبوده؟ از خیلی خیلی از مسلمونا بیشتر به درد دنیا نخورده؟
پسر خاله ی منم نبود اما از دیدگاه یک بعدی و قضاوت از طرف خدا نسبت به بنده هاش و دسته بندی کردنشون بر اساس اینکه اسمشون صرفا مسلمونه هم خوشم نمیاد . فکر می کنم دستور اسلام هم همینه!

گاهی واقعا بعضی تعصبات رو درک نمی کنم
و به نظرم ما هم باید از تعصباتی که نمی دونیم معنیش چیه کم کنیم هرچند که ندونیم کی می میریم..

به هیچ عنوان من از این تعصبات ندارم و کاملا تو این مطلب باهات موافقم که یه آدمی که مسلمون نیست هیچ دلیلی برای آمرزشش نباشه.

این که می‌گم نمی‌دونم چی برای اینه که پسرخاله‌م نبوده که بدونم تو زندگی شخصیش چطور آدمی بوده. از نظر من به درد دنیا خوردن عواقبش توی همین دنیاست و دلیلی برای شادی روح کسی نیست.

اگه توی دلشم مثل همینه که نشون می‌ده روحش شاد شاد دمشم گرم :)

قزن قلفی 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 02:04 ب.ظ

وووووووووووووی این آقاهه بالاییه چقدر بی اعصابه!!!
مادر یخده بابونه بزن تو رگ واس اعصابت خوبه !
سلام داداش ! چجوریایی ؟ میزونی ؟ دلمون تنگ شده بود برا شما و نوشته هاتون ! البته شما بی تقصیریا ... من زدم گاراژ .... به هرحال این بنده خدا رو هم تو زندگی شخصیش هرطور بوده بد یا خوب خدا بیامرزه . به نظر من هر انسانی به خاطر انسان بودن لایق یه خدابیامرزی هست . من همین بنده خداهایی هم که الان دارن زندگی من و شصت و نه میلیون و نهصد و نود و نه هزار نفر دیگه ! رو به گند میکشن اگه یه روزی به امید خدا مرحوم شن یه خدابیامرز از ته دل میگم براشون . چون واقعا اینجور افراد بیشتر از بقیه نیاز به آمرزش خدا دارن !!!!

سلام خاله‌قزن خودمون! خوش اومدی، خبر می‌دادی گابی گوسپندی دم در براتون کتک می‌زدیم!!

من خودمو تو سرنوشت دیگران سهیم نمی‌دونم بخصوص اونایی که از نزدیک نمی‌شناسم! به من چه دو نفر دارن با هم یه معامله‌ای می‌کنن یکی می‌ده یکیم .... می‌گیره دیگه :)

نکن از این کارا همشیره، باش این‌ورا! اما من رو حرف خودم هستم لب‌بترکون خودم یه تعویض روغنی مدرن تو وبلاگت باز می‌کنم یا کرایه‌شو حساب می‌کنم یا از سود شریک، دیگه حرفی داری؟

غواص کاشف! 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 03:29 ب.ظ http://sakooye-shirjeh.blogsky.com

روحش شاد (هرچی که بوده)
دورادور باهاش آشنا بودم... همیشه سعی می کردم این واقعیتو که مرگ نزدیکه از حرفاش واسه خودم درونی کنم! ولی تا الان که سخت بوده
فک کنم یکی از قویترین TEXT هایی که از یه آدم موفق تا حالا خوندم مال همین مرحوم بوده!
فکر می کردم با این دیدگاه قشنگش بالاخره شفا گرفته!!! پس همیشه درگیر بوده...

من میگم تا آدم یه واقعیتو لمس نکنه نمیتونه باش ارتباط نزدیک و عمیق برقرار کنه. با گفتن و تکرار کردن و حلاجی نزدیک میشه شد اما نمیشه رسید.

بهزاد امیر ملک 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 03:51 ب.ظ

بعله من همیشه شوخیم نمیاد حتی با یه دوست سر بعضی تعصبات آدمها قاطی می کنم اونم بد

مادر یخده ؟ خودتی خانم و

اینجا به همین راحتی می شد فحش داد ما غافل بودیدم ؟

:))))))))))))))

یخ؟!!! :)))) مجید جان یوخده!! اون یه خورده‌س!!

این بازی با کلمات تو آدمو همیشه می‌ذاره تو زاویه :)

قزن خیلی اهل شوخیه اما فکر نکنم به ذهنشم خطور کنه یه روزی یه بهزادی پیدا شه اینجوری نوشته‌شو بخونه!!

تا اونجا که من یادمه قزن به من می‌گفت این ب.ا چقد باحاله :)

سنجاب 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 04:55 ب.ظ http://sanjab222.blogfa.com

خدابیامرز راست میگفته!ولی آدم اگه همش فکر کنه داره میمیره... آخرش میمیره که!

فککنم منظورش این بود که بر این اساس فرمولتو تنظیم کنی نه که سر هر پیچی بگی من که دارم میمیرم پس میپیچم من که دارم میمیرم پس این کارو میکنم!! راس میگی آدم دق میکنه :)

قزن قلفی 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 06:25 ب.ظ

پ نون جون ! ایییی با مویه ؟
آره داااااااااااااش یه وقتایی مادر یخده فحش میشه مثل مادر پیاله !
پ.ن : وقتی داری شعره :
ما در پیاله عکس رخ یار دیده ایم !!!! می خونی
مادر پیاله فحححححش خیلی بدیه حسن !

:)) میشه که بشه!

تو 14 مهر 1390 ساعت 09:53 ب.ظ http://chasbandegihaye-roohe-ma.blogsky.com/

من دلم جیگر میخواد توی هوای سرد زمستونی جلوی در جیگرکی روی صندلی پلاستیکی...

میچسبه حسابی! ولی من بیشتر دل و دمبه میخوام!

بهزاد امیر ملک 15 مهر 1390 ساعت 12:20 ق.ظ

هرچی اولش مادر داشته باشه فحشه

دوتاشم همون مادر یخده و مادر پیاله که گفتی
به من که هرکی بگه می گم خودتی !

:)

اقلیما 15 مهر 1390 ساعت 11:05 ق.ظ

خوش به حالش!

که مرد؟

اقلیما 15 مهر 1390 ساعت 07:14 ب.ظ

این همه دلیل!
اونوقت:که مرد؟

آخه که مرد! :)

تو 16 مهر 1390 ساعت 12:24 ق.ظ http://chasbandegihaye-roohe-ma.blogsky.com/

با اون همه ثروتش چی کار میکنن...؟
یه ذرش رو به من میدن به نظرت...؟

پیشنهادی بده، بعید میدونم قبول نکنن!

خودم 16 مهر 1390 ساعت 04:19 ب.ظ http://porpot.blogsky.com

من خیلی ناراحت شدم از فوت استیو جابز، با اینکه گنو/لینوکسی‌م ولی ازش خوشم میومد همچینی (و البته الان هم).
امیدوارم روحش قرین شادی باشه.

ماه 16 مهر 1390 ساعت 04:43 ب.ظ

هیچ نظری راجب به این بنده خدا ندارم ولی مطلبش جالب بود و قابل تفکر,
بحث پیرامونش جالبتر

اصلشم همونه :)

عابر 17 مهر 1390 ساعت 08:56 ق.ظ http://photonote.blogsky.com

کمن از این آدما
زندگی پری داشت
یه ذره یاد بگیریم...

بگیریم

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