Day 16: I've just been granted the power of resurrection but I can only use it to bring back one dead celebrity. I would bring back ___________ because...
I remember the morning that I woke with the news reader announcing on the radio that Michael Jackson was dead. Geez, what a way to wake up? I remember wondering whether he couldn't use a better word as supposed to dead. It sounded so cold, so heartless, so final. Then again, death is final, isn't it? (For life on earth anyway.)
|Perhaps in the prime of his life...|
The news of his death bothered me for about two weeks. For some reason I felt so sad for the tragedy. One would swear that I knew the man. I didn't. It felt tragic to me, even though many others would disagree based on the life that he lived.
I've read Michael Jackson's biography. I don't know why, but my heart broke for him. I felt such a strong sense of compassion. Whatever went wrong with him never seemed to ever go right again. I felt sad that he never accepted himself and all of his fame and money didn't change a thing. In fact, it got him into deeper trouble. He was like a man who seemed like he could never get past the loss of his childhood; as if he mourned it, tried to recreate it all of his life. Despite all his success and wealth (for the time that he had it anyway), I wouldn't have wanted his life.
However, he was trying to make some kind of come-back just before he died. I think I would have liked to see him at least try. He didn't make a whole lot of wise decisions throughout his life, and in some ways he didn't seem to learn from his mistakes, but I think he deserved a chance to try and redeem himself; he seemed to want to make the effort and it felt to me like it was snatched away.
One thing is for sure: he was a very talented and phenomenal artist and regardless of his personal life, I'm still a fan of his creative ability and imagination. Pity that - just like many other celebrities - his gift was greater than his character.