A great mans last letter - You are free but forgotten
You’ve already heard the call. It wasn’t imagination. It wasn’t weakness.
It was the truth knocking at the door. Your door. I have to leave soon. I can feel it.
But before I go, I want to give you the most precious thing I have: realization.
Not the one you find in books. Not the one someone preached from a stage.
But the one I found in the dark. In the loneliness. In the pain. And finally, in the light. And it’s this one:
You are free. You have always been free. You were just forgotten.