Steve Jobs death … And the reaction to it. It made me think. For whatever reason, I was affected more than I expected to be. And that made me think as well. What is it about our make up that makes us react the way we do. And will we learn?
We always want things to be the way we remember them. The way they were. Never changing. And yet, we acknowledge at some level that things can and do change.
Rather than write yet another “I remember when I met Steve…” post, which everyone’s doing right now (although I could tell you the story of how I met Woz in a bookstore in Santa Clara … but that’s for another time), I want to look at how we as a community deal with grief in the world Steve helped create.
I was born months before JFK was assassinated in Dallas, so I don’t remember it, but I do remember stories from my parents and their friends about the impact his death had on the country. I do remember when John Lennon was killed, and the effect that had. And look at the catholic community and how they reacted to Pope John Paul II’s passing. Finally, even if you weren’t in New York and you didn’t know anyone in the World Trade Center, can you honestly tell me you weren’t stunned when the Towers fell? That’s my point: we’re more connected than we realize.
There will be people who try to impose their own agenda on top of this (actually, there already are, just look through Google+), people who see this event as nothing more than a platform for their own agenda. I only hope that some of us actually reflect on what we’ve lost, and don’t let that loss get run under the heel of social arrogance and self absorption.
Remember: as Steve once said, “Stay foolish” … But, at the same time (and this is directed squarely at the politicians running and ruining our country) don’t be a fool.