※ [本文转录自 NTUEOE_R402 看板] 作者: eeemin (破晓) 看板: NTUEOE_R402 标题: 一个伟大人物的演讲 时间: Tue Mar 21 05:18:36 2006 这个演讲 不到15分钟 却十分的动人 不但幽默风趣 更重要的是 它发人深省 这个演讲 是Steve Jobs对2005年史丹佛毕业生所做的演讲 讲的是他自己的三个故事 很短 但是听完毕之後 你一定会好好的想一想 他曾经经历我们最想要的 创业成为人人称羡富豪 也曾经面临大家最害怕的 .... 死亡 他面临了这些 到底做出什麽样的抉择 英文演讲稿我是从stanford的网页上download下来 中文演讲稿我有 但是 英文不难 大家可以花个时间看一下 我们面临跟那些毕业生一样的处境--踏入社会 我们都已经是研究生了 我们绝对比史丹佛的那些毕业生拥有更多的专业知识 在台湾 光电产业拥有比美国更大的优势 现在 我们站在比别人还高的立足点上 该如何比他们更成功 该如何成为世界级一流的光电人才 我想 是值得我们思考的问题 这个演讲 会让我们思考一些事情 我附上连结 http://0rz.net/ed14e Stay hungry, stay foolish. 声音很小 我改过音量之後的MP3档我放在FTP上 （:/LAB/Steve_Jobs.mp3） http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html (Speech Notes) Stanford Report, June 14, 2005 'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Comput er and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005. I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest u niversities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this i s the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell yo u three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I dro p out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college g raduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very stron gly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set fo r me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my pare nts, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My b iological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from colleg e and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college. And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings w ere being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the val ue in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how colleg e was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could st op taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in o n the ones that looked interesting. It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in f riends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5￠ deposits to buy food with, a nd I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled int o by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in t he country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, wa s beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to t ake the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to d o this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typogra phy great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that scie nce can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten y ears later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came ba ck to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with b eautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college , the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced font s. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on t his calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typo graphy that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking fo rward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them lo oking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in you r future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, what ever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference i n my life. My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky - I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4 000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a yea r earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fire d from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I though t was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so th ings went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventua lly we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. S o at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the pre vious generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apolog ize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought a bout running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me - I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one b it. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start ove r. I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the b est thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successfu l was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about ever ything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company nam ed Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixa r went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we de veloped at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together. I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Ap ple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometime s life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to fi nd what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Y our work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be tru ly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do gr eat work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don 't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle. My third story is about death. When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day a s if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impr ession on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirro r every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "N o" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encount ered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all e xternal expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these t hings just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important . Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the tra p of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no re ason not to follow your heart. About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morni ng, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pan creas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six mont hs. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is docto r's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you t hought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where t hey stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestine s, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was seda ted, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I ge t for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you wi th a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual co ncept: No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escap ed it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single bes t invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make w ay for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, yo u will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, b ut it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be tr apped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. D on't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow a lready know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catal og, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow na med Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life wi th his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroi d cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notio ns. Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and the n when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Fool ish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Fooli sh. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. Thank you all very much. -- What makes a man a man? It's the choices he makes. Not how he starts things, but how he finishes them. 《Hellboy》 --

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