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And here's to the crazy ones living among the normality of our universe. The rebels, the troublemakers, the odd ones, the misfits, the screw ups, the “weird” ones, the ones who see things differently. The ones who dare to be different. We definitely do not have respect for what most know nowadays as the status quo. We are not very fond of rules, yet we aren’t afraid to break them. You may disagree with us, glorify us, detest us, agree with us, quote us, question us, but you couldn’t possibly ever hate us, forget us, ignore us. We imagine, we heal, we create, we invent, we inspire, we help push human race forward. We will change things. Maybe being crazy isn’t that bad. Maybe it’s a necessity to our society to be crazy. How could artists be, if they could not see a work of art while glaring at an empty canvas? How could the modern singer exist, if they couldn’t hear a song while sitting in the silence? How could we reach the moon without gazing at the stars, thinking about a flying laboratory? While many of you may see us as the crazy ones. You are simply, ignorant. We see ourselves as geniuses, masterminds, different. Therefore, I claim myself to be crazy.

“Because the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.”