Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Inc, delivered on June 12, 2005

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 its 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.

9 to 5!!!

BUZZ!!! BUZZ!! 5.45 AM. Smack the alarm. Get up. Brush and shave(once in 2 days -this goes with shaving). Sip of coffee! If possible glance at the news paper( reading paper sounds like a luxury). Run for shower. Dress up. Prayer ( less than 30 seconds). Corn flakes + Watch something on the TV at the same time. 7AM. Turn off everything... Rush to catch Bus! ooppsss... Did I lock the back door? Check! Done. 7.03AM.

Bus. If more than 1 hour, a small nap on commute. Office. 8 AM. Check Mails. Reminders popping up now and then. Snooze them! 10 AM. Meetings. Meetings getting extended. Speed up! Catch up! 11 AM. Mails. More Mails. Ouch - Missed to attach the doc. Re-send! 12 Noon. Issues and more issues. Solve it. Appreciations and Escalations. Both comes in the form of more work. 1.30PM.

Lunch. Eat. It's taking time. Eat Fast. Back to seat. Work goes at a relatively slower pace till 3. 3 PM. Back to old pace. Darn it - Never sent that mail. Late updates. Missed two meeting. Reschedule it tomorrow. 4 PM. Add reminder to meet Arun on way back home at 6. Call couple of Team members for progress check. 4.30PM. Unexpected new work. Change reminder to meet arun at 8. 5 PM. Design wrong. Change HLD and LLD. "Meet Arun at 8". Snooze.Check The new design.Hope this design works. 7 PM. OMG... 7 PM?!?. Status reports. check it once. Send it. "Meet Arun at 8". Ok I will. Missed couple of guys in CC. Forward it from Sent folder. 8 PM. Run. Catch the Bus. Standing.Traffic Jam.

8.45 PM. Home sweet home. Sink in couch. 9 PM. Ho no... Missed to meet Arun. Call him. Blah blah. 9.20PM. Have to cook?... Rice-Curd-pickle-Chips-water. 5 course dinner. 10.30PM. Call from offshore. 11.30PM. Go to bed. Sleep. 11.45 PM. Turn on the alarm to get up again at 5.45AM

Many of us cannot afford any surprises of life (good or bad) to change our pre-programmed daily routine! Monday thro Friday - Photo copies of each other! 9 to 5... ugh? Better rethink the title!