I Don't Know About You But...

A BRIEF ASIDE I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND:

The world lost one of its most talented entertainers Michael Jackson.
A beautiful, young boy of many talents who morphed into a man of many conflicts.
What seems strange is not the facts of his life and his death but that now we focus on the idiosyncrasies of a man we accepted as The King of Pop.
WHY ?
Are our own lives so dull that we must dig into this tormented man's addictions until we think we have figured it all out.
Figured what out?
Surely he was somewhat eccentric,,, aren't we all in some ways?
We will never really know what was in his heart, or head, nor what it was that really caused him so much pain that he had to rely so heavily on over using medications in whatever ways he could get them and have them administered to him.
Our society has thousands, if not millions, of people who live in pain and with scaring insecurities so much so that they try to find peace through drug or alcohol use.
Some of us obviously feel better when we are numbed from that pain while others are able to deal with it head on, forget it, deny it,or allow it to remain secret and affect us deeply and our closest relationships as well.
Talented,creative genius seem to suffer inexplicably from such torments.
Their outlet is their creative work from which, in this case, we benefited.
We were given his gift of passion for music and dance and bravado in a way that we had never experienced it before.
I don't know about you but I ask you this: Can't we just be grateful for that, and let the rest go so that his family, especially his children , can begin to pick up the pieces of their young lives and find joy in the memory of their father?
Why the circus of questions as to whether or not he fathered his children in the conventional way, and whether he really did have sex with the women he married. Shouldn't that just be something between those people who were actually involved ? What matters to me is not who is having or had sex with who or even why... what matters is not if my neighbor has a satisfying sex life, what matters to me is if I am deeply satisfied with my own life.
Maybe things like this are better not kept as secret but kept as private and sacred.
Take all the energy that is now put into all these after the fact discussions, and put it into pray for his family... and into making passion in all its forms in our lives. In the end, it is his passion we will always remember him for. In the end, it is our passions that make every breath of our lives worth taking.
I am grateful for his gift.
I don't know about you but I think having received that gift from him is enough. All the other after chatter is without meaning.
Now on to your passions and to mine.