Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes, the ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things - they push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
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hey! I’m not sure if you write imagines based on prompts, but if you do, could you write “we need groceries, not just junk food. you’re worse than the kids” where they’re married and have a 4 year old son and a 2 year old daughter? oh crap, I didn’t notice that I forgot to put the person! I’m sorry! it would be with seb stan 😬
You were still asleep when your phone started ringing. You looked at the clock and saw 7:39 on the clock. “The one day the kids sleep in,” you muttered to yourself and picked up the phone. “Y/N Stan…ok…alright. I’ll be there within the hour.”
“What was that about,” Sebastian had woken up and was now face you.
“There’s an emergency at work,” you threw up the covers and got out of bed. “I have to go in.”
“But it’s a Saturday,” he pouted.
“Like I said, an emergency.” You ran into the bathroom and started throwing on clothes, putting on some makeup so you didn’t look as tired, and making your hair presentable.
“Any idea when you’ll be back,” your husband came into the bathroom and raised his arms in a stretch.
“No, sorry baby. Hey, we need groceries. I was going to have us all go today but since I’ll be at work can you do me a favor and go to the grocery store with the kids.”
“Of course I can.”
“Thank you,” you pressed a kiss quickly to his lips and went to leave. “I love you and I’ll see you later.”
Sebastian had half an hour to himself before the kids woke up. Emmy, your two year old daughter woke up first. Sebastian went into her purple room and picker her up out of her bed. “Morning prinţesă,” he kissed her head and bounced her in his arms. “Hi Daddy,” she tiredly clung onto his neck. “Let’s go make breakfast, huh?”
Just as Sebastian walked into the hallway your 4 year old son’s door opened. “Morning Linc,” your husband greeted him warmly.
“Morning Dad. Where’s Mommy?”
“Mommy had to go into work for a little bit so it’s just us three. How’s pancakes sound?”
“With extra syrup?”
“With extra syrup,” Seb agreed and walked downstairs with his kids. After a messy breakfast and getting the kids cleaned and ready Sebastian had them loaded into the car. “Alright kids, off to the grocery we go!”
Once they got parked he grabbed a cart and put both kids in the kid’s seats. “Alright, let’s start over with the fruits. What do we want? Apples, Bananas, Mangos? What sounds good.”
“Fruits are yucky Daddy,” Lincoln said.
“Yucky yucky,” Emmy mocked.
“No fruits, huh? We better get bananas for Mom. How about veggies? Celery, lettuce, broccoli?”
“Ew, no,” Lincoln said completely grossed out.
“Alright,” Seb said in defeat. “Let’s go to the next aisle.” Aisle by aisle Sebastian grabbed food he and the kids liked and added it the the cart. He checked out, got the kids back in the car, and made his way home.
It was 4 o’clock before you got back home. As soon as you stepped inside you were bombarded with two little bodies jumping ontop of you. “Hi my munchkins,” you knelt down and threw your arms around them. “I missed you both so much today,” you gave them a little squeeze and kissed their heads.
“We missed you too, Mommy,” Emmy said in her little high pitched voice.
“Hey there Momma,” you stood up and smiled at your husband. He gave you a sweet kiss as the kids ran back to play. “How was work?”
“Crazy. I had an apple for lunch so I am starving. I think I’m going to have to have a snack before dinner.” The two of you walked into the kitchen and you told him about your crazy day as you opened the pantry. “Seb,” you changed the topic. “You went grocery shopping today right?”
“Yup!” You went to the fridge and looked inside.
“Seb,” you tisked and pulled out all the junk that was now filling your fridge and pantry, “we need groceries! Not just junk food,” you pointed to the display you had sitting out on the counter of all the junk that he had bought. “You’re worst than the kids!”
He held up the yellow fruit on the counter, “Hey, hey, hey, I got bananas.”
Esto es para los locos. Los inadaptados. Los rebeldes. Los alborotadores. Las clavijas redondas en agujeros cuadrados. Los que ven las cosas de otra manera.
No son aficionados a las reglas y no tienen ningún respeto por lo establecido. Puedes alabarlos, puedes no estar de acuerdo con ellos, puedes citarlos, puedes no creer en ellos, glorificarlos o vilipendiarlos. Pero la única cosa que no puedes hacer es ignorarlos. Porque ellos cambian las cosas.
Ellos inventan. Ellos imaginan. Ellos curan. Ellos exploran. Ellos crean. Ellos inspiran. Ellos impulsan la humanidad hacia delante.
Quizás tienen que estar locos. ¿Cómo si no puedes enfrentarte a un lienzo vacio y ver una obra de arte? ¿O sentarte en silencio y escuchar una canción que nunca ha sido escrita? ¿O contemplar un planeta rojo y ver un laboratorio sobre ruedas?
Mientras algunos les ven como los locos, nosotros vemos genios.
Porque la gente que está lo suficientemente loca como para pensar que pueden cambiar el mundo, son los que lo hacen.
“Here’s to the crazy ones”. Anuncio publicitario de Apple (1997).