About three months ago, I woke up to the news of Steve Jobs’ death. It put me in shock, striking a chord that made me incredibly sad. I never thought I’d cry, but so I did. Steve Jobs inspired my life in so many ways. He inspired me to do what I do today, and to do it better.

For a very long time, I’ve had the following sentence in the bottom of my dekstop wallpaper; “Steve Jobs changed the world. What have you done?”. Each and every time I sit down next to my iMac to work, I read it and it reminds me of the quality he stands for and the work he’s done. It inspires me and motivates me to keeping creating the best possible things I can.

Steve Jobs in December 1982, at his home in California. Photo by Diana Walker.

I’ve always, in a strange way, thought I would meet Steve Jobs. But it wouldn’t happend before I had done something substantial in life, worthy of Steve’s time. It would be a day when what I had created was of the utmost quality, and had made an impact on the world. It would have met Steve’s standards. He would know who I was, and we would have a conversation, not fan-to-icon, but man-to-icon.

It might sound strange, and it most likely never would have happened, but I’ve still worked towards it and in some weird way looked forward to it. It’s been some kind of a life goal. And knowing that there isn’t even the slightest possibility to meet and chat with the greatest visionary the world has seen in modern time? That saddens me very, very much.

It’s a selfish reason to be sad for, but a reason none-the-less, and only one of many.

Thank you, Steven P. Jobs. For the impact you’ve had on me, and for the impact you’ve had, and will have for many coming years, on the world.