 

To whomever this letter be of interest

Greetings. It's not my desire to write down an autobiography or to describe the exacts circumstances that took me to make such a decision, it's not my place! But it's indeed my desire to leave behind a few words on life, poverty and happiness. For such a reason, I beg of you to have patience with me and allow me to write these words down

I should begin by saying that I lived life without many regrets and that, even tho my life has become pure agony, loneliness and misery in the last couple of Years, I’ve known true happiness and joy, I’ve seen beauty, true beauty and Wonders beyond compare. But that covid and poverty stripped Away any remaining happiness and beauty of my life, to the point of exhausting every shred of hope and joy I could have remaining in me.

It is remarkable to me that my entire life i was measured by the little amount of material goods i owned, by my meager job and it's little paycheck instead for the numerous, unending charity works I've performed in my life, that people would judge me by the neighborhood I lived and by the clothes I wore.

It's no funny business, to live in a country experiencing economic recession, seeing your paycheck be worth less and less everyday, to the point you were no longer able to both pay rent and feed yourself and your loved ones. But somehow, having an older phone, wearing second hand clothes and not driving a new car meant more than my soul ever did. Now I face myself with the real threat of homelessness and that's way too much to handle, so I decided I refuse it, I refuse this! I won't let it happen, for a life depleted of dignity is no life at all!

As the philosopher Seneca wrote "Not how long, but how well you have lived is the main thing.” And I lived a full life, full of all the good and bad I could ever wish, I'd say, with full certainty" that I helped a lot of people, made more than a few happy and took away the pain of many more. This is true happiness, to make a difference in other person's life, to love and be loved, to hear and be heard.

Alas, I must say my farewell, to say that I take my own life happy that I made a tiny difference in the world. So goodbye to you, dear reader, who has been so generous by reading this until the end. I claim J.M Barrie to be right when he said "To die will be an awfully big adventure"!