Dear the ones I’m leaving behind

Hello there. I’m dead. You are alive. I want to tell you a few things.

1. Whatever money I had, give it to my wife. If she’s dead, give everything to the kids who want to become artists. Donate my books to a library. Please don’t throw them away. That would haunt me, and I’ll burn forever in hell if you do that.
2. I had a wonderful life. I’m grateful for all my teachers, friends, and family. Without their help, my life would have stayed in darkness. I was extremely lucky, right? Most people are shit, but I stumbled upon the jewels.
3. It’s okay if my work didn’t amount to anything. I’m dead anyway. I don’t care anymore. I only wish I had invested 100% of my energy into my art. I was distracted. By many other stimulations. I always wanted a simple schedule. Read and write. All day. That was my dream.

Don’t worry. I’m not killing myself. This letter will constantly be updated alongside my aging.

Thank you for reading.

Your friend,
Minsuk Kang