We all know we will face death at some point in our life because that’s part of the cycle, but most people don’t like to think about it. Yesterday I think everyone received a shock when the news broke that Michael Jackson had died especially since he was only 50. Celebrities that are sick really don’t shock us when they pass like Farrah which was sad for those that loved her, but at least she isn’t suffering any more and Ed McMahon who lived a long good life, these were expected.
I think the death of Elvis probably shocked me more than any because of how the world viewed him and I never thought of him as ever dying. Regardless of how people thought of Jackson’s personal life and sometimes bizarre behavior it still came as a shock because it was unexpected. I watched the 20/20 special last night and actually felt sorry for him and the life he had led even though it was a privileged life he was pitiful. His music will live on and just like Elvis no one will ever take his place, their music was unique.
Celebrities like David Carradine that die under bizarre conditions do tend to shock and even appall some and leave you shaking your head thinking what in the hell were they thinking and at his age. I sure would hate to be remembered for some weird sexual act instead of the creativity and art that I had been involved with. Other actors and celebrities that have been killed by someone elses’ hand also shock us like John Lennon, Sal Mineo, Sharon Tate, George Reeves, Selena, Bob Crane, and many others.
We certainly don’t understand when celebrities commit suicide when they presumably have it all like Freddie Prinze, Marilyn Monroe, Allan Ladd, Nick Adams, Dave Garroway, Virginia Woolf, and even Sigmund Freud. These are only a few of a very long list and I wont even list those killed in plane crashes and other types of wrecks that have seemed so unreal and shocked us equally. The attempted suicides by celebrities is also staggering, I just don’t understand.
Ordinary people die all the time and they are just as important, but for some reason we are more upset and identify when it’s a celebrity because for some reason we feel like they belong to us just like family. Of course the media always milks it for all it’s worth depending on how popular they were. I’m saddened by Michael’s passing and feel very sorry for those he left behind and their grief. I am grateful that we all got to experience his talent and that will live forever for generations to come, have a peaceful weekend and enjoy what comes your way.
I certainly understand feeling down or detached and just being, drifting through parts of my life, experiencing beautiful parts as well as devastating events, but never would I consider ending all these experiences nor would I ever feel I had the right to deny someone else those experiences of being. Yesterday they reported another incident of a man losing his job and instead of making just a choice for himself he decided he needed to choose for his Sister as well, he killed her and then killed himself.
It was reported that this 54 year old man shared an apartment with his 49 year old sister and she was mentally challenged, but she worked at the York hospital in the food department and was very dependable, never missed a day since 2001 and was very friendly and outgoing. No one really knows why he did this, but noticed he had been depressed and unemployment was running out and he couldn’t find another job. He had been taking care of his sister for several years and maybe he thought she would be lost without him.
So tragic when we hear about these types of events, but this man had no right to end her life just because he was miserable. Stupid people, but it seems to be happening more and more some taking out their whole families, kids and all. It’s just not right for someone else to choose if you have the right to experience life or not. No wonder things don’t make sense to me sometimes. If someone is crazy enough to want to end their life then more power to them, but leave every frickin body else alone.
I really dislike being in the state of mind that seems to be overpowering me at the moment. I seem to be suspended somewhere outside myself, I can’t seem to make a connection to what I’m thinking or feeling so I am in limbo or so it feels. My body functions from day to day and I get through each one as it arises, but nothing really makes sense. Yes, I know it’s some form of depression, but for the moment I seem without power to help myself and sometimes I just don’t care.
I’m always amazed when I wake up and see that I’m still in the same body with the same familiar surroundings. Everyone seeks for the purpose and meaning of their life, many fulfill themselves through religion and God, others find truth in helping their fellow man and the reality of the earth they see before them by striving to save the planet. Many just seem to drift seeking, but never really finding, flitting from one illusion to another.
I think it’s great that each day brings choices and decisions that we must make that will affect our future life and even those around us. We have the power to make anything possible when we believe and what happens when we no longer believe or have hope of effecting a positive change? I don’t think I would ever commit suicide because I don’t understand the concept of ending it all, I don’t think anything is ever ended, I think that source of energy simply returns to the original source and is recycled into another channel.
Today I don’t know what I think or feel or even believe so I feel like I’m in limbo and I don’t like it, perhaps tomorrow I’ll snap out of it.
