Many may think this is a story of a pitiful youth, traumatized by life, who died and got reincarnated. For your information, I am not a loser. Let's talk about my past for now and have everyone understand the kind of man I was.
My name is Louis Park, owner of the mighty Lark Foundations that took the world by storm.
No, I was not born with a silver spoon. Like most, I was born in a small neighborhood filled with violence and crime, the perfect nurturing place for thugs
How did I end up making it this big?
Mindset!
At a young age, I was opportune to learn from the mistakes of people around me. I observed a lot and participated less. I read books written by men I admired and aspired to be like, so I imitated them.
Did I listen to my parents?
Not much.
I know they had my best interest at heart, but let's keep all the sentiments aside and look at things objectively.
Can you learn how to become a billionaire by listening to a beggar?
Can you build a healthy relationship by taking advice from a prostitute?
The same applied to my situation.
While I appreciated my parent's effort to lead me on the path they believed was best for me, the truth remained that they didn't know enough to guide someone like me with huge dreams.
Their talks of the grand future they wanted for me were nothing like the one I envisioned, it was a joke compared to the dream I planned to make a reality.
Their plans for me would have gotten me a comfortable life with a wife and a few kids. But why would I settle for that when I can take the world and make it mine instead?
To grow, I had to keep sentiments aside and look at those I aspired to be like. That is what I did and that is why I succeeded.
Creating Lark Foundations was my greatest achievement at the age of twenty-eight and in just a decade, it was valued at half a billion dollars.
Many ask what I did to grow so fast, and I always give the same answer; "Everything necessary."
On the surface, the Lark Foundations engaged only in legal businesses, dedicated a good portion of its earnings to charity, and even supported the masses. Behind the scenes, we were the ones to call for anything and everything.
Drugs? Assassins? Weapon deals? Name it!
The only thing limiting you is your imagination!
As a rookie in the game, I started working with politicians at the grassroots level, masking my intentions while proving my loyalty. I started by running errands and doing everything possible to prove my loyalty, Although I lost years of my life to servitude it got me the result I needed and that's all that mattered to me.
Through them, I was exposed to a much bigger world where even more powerful people reside. I outgrew my employees and with the dirt I had gathered on them for years, I put them down before reaching for their bosses.
I sheathed my blade and guarded it with my life, only revealing my intentions when it was time to cut ties with those whom I deemed unworthy of my services, and each time my blade was unsheathed, a powerful man fell and I took his place.
Many may call me cruel names, but the truth remains, I understood how the world worked more than anyone else.
Might make right.
A weak man cannot save the world.
A weak man cannot solve world hunger.
A weak man cannot protect anyone.
I had to become strong to protect the people I love. I understood those at the top don't play fair, so I played their game.
You do not bring home training to a street fight.
Power is not requested, it is taken, and that's what I did.
In just ten years, I became the center of attention in the world, I became the man every powerful leader feared but wanted to work with. I cleaned up my old neighborhood, put all the thugs on the streets to work, and made their lives a thousand times better.
As for my parents, I barely got to see them because they were always flying to different parts of the world on romantic trips, doing things they didn't dare dream of. I only got to hear from them whenever they felt the urge to hold their grandchild, and they remember their only son is still single at the age of thirty-eight.
Against them, the great Louis Park was helpless.
The mighty founder of Lark Foundations could only sit in silence while his parents nagged for hours. I could only calm them down by promising to start dating someone soon. Unfortunately, I didn't live long enough to fulfill that promise.
The thing about standing in the spotlight is that you become everyone's target. A man envied by most of the world is bound to meet his end eventually. From surviving a few assassination attempts to being slandered and accused of sexual crimes I am unaware of and by women, I knew nothing of.
It felt suffocating, but exciting when it felt like the entire world had guns pointed at me. Even though I was deep-rooted and had allies in high places, somewhere deep down I suspected my end was close, so I started putting things in order, just in case.
Less than a month later, my private jet exploded with me on it while I was on a business trip, and then came the eternal darkness.
Maybe this was heaven's way of punishing me for how I lived my life.
Maybe I was sent here to think about my past life and how my actions had led me to this dark, lonely place.
Well, after doing some thinking, I realized I was never wrong!
The world had what I wanted, so I took it and I made it mine.
I had something some people wanted, so they took it, and I lost my life in the process.
I only blame myself for not being able to protect what was mine, and I swear if given another chance, I will not fall again,