This past week has been full of death and loss. Much of it still doesn't, and may never, make sense. It stands as a reminder that we are not in as much control as we would like to believe. Things can happen at any time, to take your life, or the lives of people close to you.
The accident that happened on the DC Metro took 9 lives. I take the red line every day to and from Ft. Totten, one stop shy of the disaster. That crash could have seemingly happened anywhere, being out of the control of the people in charge, one of whom lost her life at the helm of the train that collided. I was still at work when I heard the news, and tuned in to CNN live on the web. They showed an image of the collision and I was shocked. Completly shocked that a catasrophy of that magnitude could reach into our every day lives from nowhere.
Later this same week, rounding out the typical trilogy of loss that started with Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett, we lost MJ. Michael Jackson is dead. My first reaction upon hearing this "rumor" was that Micheal can't die. He is not allowed to die ever. But he did. Somehow this happened, and he's gone. I'm still in shock really. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that even icon's are mortal, with issues of their own, pain, fatige. They often use up their life force early, giving so much of themselves for all of us.
It would have been easy to make some sort of hair related commentary concerning MJ, and discuss whiteness and blackness... But in honor of many of the messages in his songs, those things are just not that important when talking about a life. My only take away would be, to actively live your life. Despite whatever you think about the way that you look, or the way other people look, we are all people and we are all here together, right now. We all affect each other, and we can be pleasent and memorable as opposed to jugemental and unforgiveable.
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