I sit at 12 midnight ruminating in the lives of others. I'm sad this week; and many will think it's silly to be so affected by the death of a celebrity. But, alas, I am sad. He seemed full of life, a celebrity not involved in package of fame. Perhaps he would make it in a world known for corruption and excess. The media portrayed him as decent, living life for that of his family. Now, his family is saddened and a little girl will never know her father for who he could have been. The media sends out conflicting reports....drugs, depression, suicide, accident. Why is the media so involved? The world knew of his death before even his family. Sad. Yet, here I am trolling the websites, trying to understand what everyone else strives to understand. I hope for the little girl's sake, that her father was not an abuser of drugs. She will struggle through life as a daughter of celebrity, and she will have the stigma that her father died too young. Perhaps she can be spared from the stigma of drugs. There seems to be that cyliclical process....parent to child, drugs, downward spiral. The world will be looking at her through a microscope from here on out. Perhaps it will make her stronger, willful. One can hope.
I think death allows for reflection on life. Is mine being lived to it's fullest potential? What more can I do to stay happy, healthy, loved? I hope my life is well lived to this point.
So many cities and windows and lives
And through each one there's a soul that strives to survive
So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine
The day is alive and that's why I cry ......
The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire
You've come far, and though you're far from the end
You don't mind where you are, cause you know where you've been
Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor.....
~Carbon Leaf "Let Your Troubles Roll By"
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To be sad about the passing of a young and talented soul is not odd or silly. We are but fragile people and life's tragic events affect us, or should affect, us if our humanity is still in tack. There is a point though that we need to awaken the other part of ourselves and recognize that to prematurely exit stage left is a cop out. Ii were to have accomplished as much in my life as you have in your, especially in so sgort a time, I would exult in that and say goodbye to any sadness that furrows my brow. I would shout to the world, LOOK AT ME. I am; I exist; I have done what I have set out to do. And yet, I am not finished!! For there are fatasies--too numerouse to imagine--that beckon me. Therefore, while I rue the tragedies that befall us, I look forward to the things and souls I will encounter.
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