Thus, a good man, though a slave, is free. A wicked man, though a king, is a slave. For he serves, not one man alone, but what is worse, as many masters as he has vices.
St. Augustine of Hippo
City of God
I don’t need to be remembered as someone who succeeded — only as someone who tried.
Better still, let what I stood for be the memory that endures:
– That I showed compassion, not just in feeling, but in action — especially toward the orphaned, the poor, and the vulnerable.
– That I built things meant to serve humanity, not self.
– That I confronted injustice wherever it targeted the voiceless and the weak.
– That I was willing to give up comfort so that others might gain dignity.
– That I remained steady and generous in a world that rewards extraction.
– That I chose selflessness in the face of a culture built on selfishness.
– That I had the wisdom to release what did not align with purpose.
– That I walked in love, even knowing it would often be misunderstood.
– That I refused to misuse any power or platform I was given.
– That I sought clarity of mission, even when the world traded in confusion.
Let that be the legacy — because, in the end, it was never about me.
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