Steve Jobs

I think this was the fastest book I ever read when at 18.

Reading about Steve Jobs makes you feel bigger than the world, yet restrained knowing that if nobody sees the imperfections and disorder in your product, you do and you know it. That way you know what to do for the best next time.

The dilemma of attaching your creations to your identity comes up in my mind from time to time, and I think of the persona of Steve Jobs for insight.

Your art is an extension of you by its creation, yet the outcome is almost always different in reach than expected. To detach yourself from outcomes is a way to dull your emotions and expectations, and by extension, sacrifice the depth that comes from the misery of failure, the regret of the wrong path taken, and yes, the euphoria from even the mildest of successes.