With all intent for sympathy and respect, I feel a sense of relief for Michael Jackson. It’s too sad that death is his final, and likely only, solace. Anytime you hear of a child passing, you feel an extra, deeper level of grief and regret. I’m feeling strangely similar things about Michael Jackson too. He seemed so troubled for many years.
A boy trapped in a 50 year old body, obviously in pain, has left the world. Good in a sense, because he is no longer in pain. Good too because the pressure has been alleviated. Good, because he had 50 years to grace the world. Bad because his spotlight likely caused him great pain, which may have taken him too soon.
His celebrity was its own industry- no? It’s own little economy supporting an army of trickle down jobs. Each soldier photosynthesizing off his spotlight. That’s quite a bit of pressure, especially when the army you feed, needs you to do something, anything, to keep the spotlight on. Anyway, I digress…
The world is, like he says in Heal the World, is “A better place,” because of him and his boyish persona.
Here’s to you Mr. Jackson and all the goodness and excellence you stood for.
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