Letter to the Public After my Demise

Hello if you’re reading this with a sad, grieving, demeanor, are not the editor, and know for utmost fact I’m gone then—I’ve died.

I know, I know, too soon. It was unexpected. But I’m mortal, so are you, the point isn’t to live forever, it’s to create something that will, and all these years I’ve lived in service of humanity. My life’s mission was simple, make the world a better place while I’m here using my talents and passions. Beyond even, and to the absolute best of my ability. Ever since I was 10 years old I was struck with the spark, ambition, to change the world. Five years later at the age of 15, I attained true prominence, it was surreal and new, but I become the first in my family to become a notable figure at that young age and broke the generational curse. Just one book, rich dad poor dad changed my life forever, truly, if it weren’t for Robert you wouldn’t be reading this.

I always had a fear of being forgotten, but as a stoic I always reminded myself that I have zero control over such and it shouldn’t be feared. As much as I would love to be widely regarded even more after my death, as people usually are, I will never know, because I’m fucking dead. Hopefully I am though, hopefully you reader are contributing to my honor, tributes, memorials, or put my lifeless corpse in a fancy casket. Nonetheless, I appreciate all the support, and amazing things I had the opportunity to experience in my short life. Without you, there would be no me, truly, I’m extremely grateful for the amazing life you were able to bestow upon me with your admiration, love and support. My existence was brief, but it was amazing thanks to you.

If I am to be forgotten, which we all will sooner or later no matter who you are, then just promise me one thing reader. Keep my legacy prevailing as long as possible in any way. I hope my contributions to humanity influence and inspire generation of new thinkers, pioneers, innovators in any industry and field of endeavor. I can’t control whether any of you will care about me while I no longer exist, or if I’ll be forgotten quickly. But I did all I can, and nonetheless I appreciate the life that I was cast in. What a wild, legendary, and ferocious ride, that I’d get on again.

Keep me alive in hearts!

*Roll the credits and melancholic music*

Tis the theater

Thanks for reading.

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This post was previously published on medium.com.

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