I wake up in the morning to more pain every day. I then begin to think about all I have not done. I realize that my
dreams and
aspirations have not been completed, and at the rate I am going, they won't be. I wish not to die famous. I don't want to die rich. I wish to die knowing that my creations, the seeds from my brain have
flourished and made a difference.
It's not from a lack of trying, mind you, but from a lack of world remorse. You just can't find a good
philanthropist any more.
Do you give up?
Do you die unhappy, knowing you have not succeeded?
Nope. I must keep going!