All of this commentary about Michael Jackson is starting to get to me. This poor man lived a life, a crazy ass, wonderful and terrible life. Talk about the unbearable lightness of being. In the end, if it turns out to be true that he overdosed, well then shame on every single person that couldn't just let him be. And shame on him for not somehow being able to seek out the help he truly needed.
I wish I had this massive talent, this passion that he had for music. But I also think that in pretty much everything else, Michael was just another soul hanging out on this planet looking for a connection, a balance, a way to spend his time here in a meaningful way. Maybe to him, in his existence, he felt like he was just another monkey in his neverending circus/show of a life. But to so many people he was a great man, a hero from the music world.
I do feel for his family and his children. If he was using, well, families know these things and often can't get through to the person they love. And if he wasn't, then their grief will at least not have the extra burden of guilt hanging over it.
maybe somehow his death might translate into a lesson for everyone: be a fan but not to the extent that overshadows a life.
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