Tuesday, February 25, 2014
10 years of "The Facebook"
Today is Facebook's 10th anniversary.
It's been an amazing journey so far, and I'm so grateful to be a part of it. It's rare to be able to touch so many people's lives, and I try to remind myself to make the most of every day and have the biggest impact I can.
People often ask if I always knew that Facebook would become what it is today. No way.
I remember getting pizza with my friends one night in college shortly after opening Facebook. I told them I was excited to help connect our school community, but one day someone needed to connect the whole world.
I always thought this was important -- giving people the power to share and stay connected, empowering people to build their own communities themselves.
When I reflect on the last 10 years, one question I ask myself is: why were we the ones to build this? We were just students. We had way fewer resources than big companies. If they had focused on this problem, they could have done it.
The only answer I can think of is: we just cared more.
While some doubted that connecting the world was actually important, we were building. While others doubted that this would be sustainable, you were forming lasting connections.
We just cared more about connecting the world than anyone else. And we still do today.
That's why I'm even more excited about the next ten years than the last. The first ten years were about bootstrapping this network. Now we have the resources to help people across the world solve even bigger and more important problems.
Today, only one-third of the world's population has access to the internet. In the next decade, we have the opportunity and the responsibility to connect the other two-thirds.
Today, social networks are mostly about sharing moments. In the next decade, they'll also help you answer questions and solve complex problems.
Today, we have only a few ways to share our experiences. In the next decade, technology will enable us to create many more ways to capture and communicate new kinds of experiences.
It's been amazing to see how all of you have used our tools to build a real community. You've shared the happy moments and the painful ones. You've started new families, and kept spread out families connected. You've created new services and built small businesses. You've helped each other in so many ways.
I'm so grateful to be able to help build these tools for you. I feel a deep responsibility to make the most of my time here and serve you the best I can.
Thank you for letting me be a part of this journey.
Mark
Monday, February 3, 2014
Tell Me How, When They are Long gone
AN OBITUARY POEM TO YOU DEAR FRIEND.
PENINAH KOBUSINGYE...
Tell me how...
Tell me how to turn new page
When my tears touched each of them till the last one?
How to move on
When the strength and hope left me alone?
How to open my eyes tomorrow and look the new dawn
When they are dead?
Tell me how?
How to believe that everything will be alright
When sorrow walks among us, bringing pain with each touch?
How to walk through all this darkness
When my soul is drowned deep into it?
How to look at the others
When I can’t even look at myself?
Oh, I look… I look at some time
Long gone you are !
Searching for that piece of life I left somewhere in time.
I look at an illusion wishing it was true
Wishing I was here with you.
So many questions
None with an answer
Only silence…
And the silence is killing me
The silence, eternally
Silence filled with screams and words never told
The silence – elegy for the one gone long ago.
We love you Pennie...Rest In peace.
By Solomon S Kaweesa.
Tell me how...
Tell me how to turn new page
When my tears touched each of them till the last one?
How to move on
When the strength and hope left me alone?
How to open my eyes tomorrow and look the new dawn
When they are dead?
Tell me how?
How to believe that everything will be alright
When sorrow walks among us, bringing pain with each touch?
How to walk through all this darkness
When my soul is drowned deep into it?
How to look at the others
RIP Kobusinge Penninah BSc MUK |
When I can’t even look at myself?
Oh, I look… I look at some time
Long gone you are !
Searching for that piece of life I left somewhere in time.
I look at an illusion wishing it was true
Wishing I was here with you.
So many questions
None with an answer
Only silence…
And the silence is killing me
The silence, eternally
Silence filled with screams and words never told
The silence – elegy for the one gone long ago.
We love you Pennie...Rest In peace.
By Solomon S Kaweesa.
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