The very first real encounter with Michael Jackson that I had was when my music teacher taught us the lyrics to Heal the World. I knew that it was a beautiful song. The message of the song itself was/is so beautiful. It's the one song that music video channels will always end with when making a tribute hour to Michael Jackson.
I'd like to think that Michael taught me the only lesson in the world that is worth learning. That love is all that matters. That when you do the thing that you're meant to do, the very thing that you love, you will shine brighter than the sun.
He also taught me that it's okay to live in your own world. Especially when the real world isn't exactly that great. Despite the fact that people might not ever understand, it's okay. It doesn't mean that anything is wrong with you.
Because nothing is wrong with you.
I still have trouble trying to reconcile with the fact that he is actually gone. I wanted to see him when he was in London for his final tour. I couldn't afford the tickets but I know that the mania would have been phenomenal.
I hope that Michael, wherever he is now, he's finally at peace. Because right now, whatever media circus is coming our way, is going to be anything but peaceful. I have heard snippets of drug abuse, foul-play etc. And to be honest, I'd rather not hear it. We think we're honouring him by doing it, but we're really not.
Frankly, I think the best way to honour him would actually be to make the world a better place. And yet it seems, we're doing everything but that. But we'll get there. Might not be any time soon, but we will.
Monday, 29 June 2009
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