I miss Steve Jobs. I don’t use a Mac, own an iPod, iPhone, or iPad, yet I miss Steve Jobs. I miss his presence here on Earth. He was pure, and in addition to all he created, he created himself.
He envisioned wondrous things, found talented helpers, inspired and directed them toward ends only he could see. And when his products were ready, a rapturous public confirmed his vision. The essence of Steve Jobs was his vision.
It had to be a lonely vision because it was his alone. He famously did not use focus groups or product tests. But a lonely vision did not mean Steve Jobs was a lonely man. I know nothing of his family, except that they were with him when he died, the private complement to his public life. I am glad he had them, and they had him. Biographies will be written and I may read them, but his private life, even his inner life hardly interests me. The Steve Jobs who interfaced with the world, is the one I revere, and miss.
As I listen to his praises sung on TV, I hear them spoken by many whose lives touched his directly in one way or another. All are proud of it, and have a right to be. My life did not. Yet I believe I will miss him almost as much as they. Visionaries are essential to the rest of us. For certain, not all are as benign as Steve Jobs and some were downright disruptive: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jesus of Nazareth, But without them, humano sapiens would be less. Steve Jobs is and will be missed.