Warning: Gloomy, reflective-type post coming up. Don't read if you're feeling down. :/
This morning, I woke up at almost 11am after having roughly eleven hours of sleep. I went online immediately, which is what I usually do, and discovered that Michael Jackson had passed away. While I won't pretend that I'm a huge fan of his and am devastated at the news, I did grow up listening to his songs in my parents' cars and watching his music videos on MTV.
I first saw this when I was nine or ten. Check out his moves, I wonder if anyone'll ever be able to dance like that again.
I'm also kind of weirded out because I realised how many people I've heard of that have died in the past few days. Last Sunday it was two friends of Jon's parents, unrelated to each other, on Monday it was my mother's friend whom she's known since my brother was in primary school, and now a whole string of celebrities (Michael, Farrah Fawcett, Ed MacMahon, David Carradine... Admittedly, I had no idea who the last two were until they died) as well. I guess it just goes to show how fragile life is. A cliché? Maybe, yet we only need an incident like this to remind us of its truth.
In a way, though, I'm glad Michael is dead. While he was alive he was constantly criticised by the media and the public for being a paedophile, freak, etc. Nobody seemed to care that he was a great artiste and performer in his heyday, because his nose falling off or him dangling his kids over his balcony was that much more interesting. Now that he's gone, however, the world is raving about his talent and his legend and everything that made him famous rather than infamous. Mankind are hypocrites, pure and simple. At least Michael can rest in peace knowing he was remembered mostly for the good and not the bad.
As for myself, I've been happier lately. :) Not that I was ever really unhappy, but I know I'm happier, even if it's just by a little. I am gradually repairing my relationship with God. I am slowly learning how to control my negative feelings, replacing them with memories of positive ones. I am trusting in the knowledge that it'll all work out eventually. It always does.
If tomorrow never comes, would you know how much I love you?
Would you stand up at my funeral and say that you loved me too?
