"Satoru Iwata: December 6, 1959 - July 11, 2015"
To paraphrase how the book puts it within the conclusion, our time on Earth has very few definitives. Aspects of our lives which lack our own opinion or input on the subject matter. We're given the day of birth, the day of death, and all that takes place between is encompassed by a dash. Your obituary, your headstone, a short form writing of your entire existence.
Today, December 28th, 2024, I have finished "The Impact of Iwata." It's just a little over a year since I've moved out of my parents place in my pursuit of higher education at University.
"So - what are you going to do with your dash?"
In the time between now and then, I didn't know. I don't know. I was figuring it out, and I will continue to figure it out. For the longest time, I meandered about life and things just happened to work out, I felt. I never truly attributed my successes to myself, and I never felt like being all too public in regards to my personal successes regarding projects or education. "Job's not finished, why celebrate now?" I recall telling my dad, wondering when or if I was going to do anything for my upcoming graduation regarding my associates degree.
Today, I have it a little more figured out than I did yesterday, and the day prior to the that, and all the ones that came before.
Today, I have faith in my first and only hero, Satoru Iwata. What I want to do with my dash? I want to live a fulfilled life just as he has.
The man who could do anything, the man who could do everything. The man who brought smiles to people he never even knew existed. The man who could revive entire projects and even companies with his intelligence and guidance. The man who loved his work and who's work loved him. The man who was simultaneously CEO and the everyday worker. Programmer, director, designer, and even the lunch runner, all the same.
Reading this book made me emotional page after page. Much in what I saw of Satoru Iwata as a younger individual I partially saw in myself. I don't even stand a chance against him if he were at my age, but I'm going to work my god damn hardest to be able to at least hold a candle to him and his legacy. I find it hard to believe our lives even had some overlap in the first place. Like living in the same era as Michelangelo, but never being allowed to cross paths. Word of mouth, depictions and appearances on a screen.
I'm 19, seeing what he was able to accomplish at his age and who he was by the time he got out of college, it's inspiring. With the understanding of how I want to live now, I think I can catch up. Maybe I'm not as far behind as I imagine, but I know it's going to take a lot of work. I have many ambitions I put forth in honoring his legacy.
With my dash, I hope to make an impact on the world, just as he has.