The passing of Michael Jackson has put many people across the world in shock, devastated & as for me, reflect on my own life. In my eyes, death is never beautiful, its sad & painful and a topic I don't like to ponder on. And that makes God's reasons more incomprehensible for my own human mind. I have faith in God and he is perfect but yet I would still ask "how can sad and painful things be part of perfection?" Only God can tell.
For some reasons I cannot entirely explain, I was drawn to Michael Jackson and neglected the negative issues. I loved the music and the significant recognizable voice he had. I believed in his words and his message that he really wanted to change the world/ heal the world. I think he's the only one who could deliver those songs and could make the people believe that he really mean it.
I have once dreamed of being able to have just a glimpse of him, wave at him and shout "we love you Michael!" I had hoped for his good health and success of his planned comeback concert. I thought that he'll be able to reach his 80's. And now it will be forever be just a dream. I think that, what's more sad in all of this is now he'll just become one of the world's memory. Being just that now is sad. I may have an immature way of thinking but I prefer that good and wonderful things should not end and just stay forever.
For me, Michael is an artist who was able move people across the world with his own form of art. And behind all this is his talent, extraordinary passion and hardwork to push through the limits of art and creativity. He is also a perfectionist. He worked for what he is now. He sacrificed and gave so much. To go this far, for one man to entertain the world and be able to do so is someone who will appear just once in a hundred/ thousand years.
But fame had a price to pay. As he said himself, "It hurts to be me." ; hearing that is heart breaking . But I believe all the negative issues hurt him more yet he still smiled and stayed strong for the people that believed in him. Ofcourse it would hurt be called bizaare and be part of the people's riducle.
Now that this had happened, my view of the world somehow changed. It seems that now the world is a little spacious, a little empty without Michael. But indeed, I am more than thankful that I was able to share living in his lifetime.
And finally, to try to digest this and say the saddest word at this time... Goodbye, Michael. We'll miss you! and our hearts' goes to his family and friends.
For some reasons I cannot entirely explain, I was drawn to Michael Jackson and neglected the negative issues. I loved the music and the significant recognizable voice he had. I believed in his words and his message that he really wanted to change the world/ heal the world. I think he's the only one who could deliver those songs and could make the people believe that he really mean it.
I have once dreamed of being able to have just a glimpse of him, wave at him and shout "we love you Michael!" I had hoped for his good health and success of his planned comeback concert. I thought that he'll be able to reach his 80's. And now it will be forever be just a dream. I think that, what's more sad in all of this is now he'll just become one of the world's memory. Being just that now is sad. I may have an immature way of thinking but I prefer that good and wonderful things should not end and just stay forever.
For me, Michael is an artist who was able move people across the world with his own form of art. And behind all this is his talent, extraordinary passion and hardwork to push through the limits of art and creativity. He is also a perfectionist. He worked for what he is now. He sacrificed and gave so much. To go this far, for one man to entertain the world and be able to do so is someone who will appear just once in a hundred/ thousand years.
But fame had a price to pay. As he said himself, "It hurts to be me." ; hearing that is heart breaking . But I believe all the negative issues hurt him more yet he still smiled and stayed strong for the people that believed in him. Ofcourse it would hurt be called bizaare and be part of the people's riducle.
Now that this had happened, my view of the world somehow changed. It seems that now the world is a little spacious, a little empty without Michael. But indeed, I am more than thankful that I was able to share living in his lifetime.
And finally, to try to digest this and say the saddest word at this time... Goodbye, Michael. We'll miss you! and our hearts' goes to his family and friends.
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