I've been tongue-tied over the loss of Michael Jackson. Much like the rest of the world.
It's been one of those events that has hit me emotionally much like Heath Ledger's death. And it happened in somewhat similar circumstances. One minute they were fine and next minute, their hearts just gave up and left this world. You gotta think maybe they don't want any part of this world, with its craziness, stupidity and selfishness. Maybe they just don't. Maybe they just came to play their part and their part is done, so it's time to leave. But then they leave you with this lump in your throat, this constant longing, this "gone too soon" trauma, and its always at the pinnacle of when it would have made all the difference. MJ was on his way to getting back in the game and showing the youngsters how it's done. For people like my 14 year old niece, she does not know who he is or how big he is, the tour would have changed all that. But now, we'll never know.
MJ represented the reason why a girl in Africa would want to move to America. You think, it's a great place, it's the home of such talented people as Michael Jackson. And everyone is just as nice and multi-talented like he is, and giving and loving and just generally sweet, and there's sweet music flowing everywhere. He represented all these attributes in the remotest parts of the world, I am telling you the remotest parts of Africa, where there are huts and no electricity, they've heard of Michael Jackson. I don't think any artist has permeated through the world the way that he has. And on a seemingly normal Thursday, he leaves. Without even waiting for the world to heal, or for the man in mirror to change his ways.
I've grown up believing that there is a reason for everything, for the good and the bad. And as I've gotten older, it has dwindled somewhat, to a belief that there's a reason for some things, not all. Some things just don't make sense. There are some things, some inevitably unfortunate circumstances that occur in your life, that just have no plausible reason whatsoever. Maybe it's God fucking with you, trying to make sure you're paying attention, or maybe it's the rolling of time, going from the point that is good and landing on the point that is bad. But there are just some inherently evil, unfortunate circumstances that don't seem to have any fathomable reason for their occurrence whatsoever. Hence, the phrase, "WTF?!!" And Michael dying, it just hits you in the gut, like, "Holy Shit, Man, What the fuck, why are we even talking about this, we should be talking about how rad his new concert is, not his death."
But it is. We continue with our lives. We feel blessed that we were a part of that era and we would always be touched by his music, his time, and his voice and all that was genuine and true for that time. Most of all, we hope that we would be touched in just the same way again.
Michael, some girl from Africa, who rarely loves, surprisingly loved you and it is sad, so sad but I have to believe that there is a reason underneath it all and I have to... continue. I know the Lord has better plans for you.
Labels: Just Breathe..., let us pray
