We humans never let him live his life as a human at the first place. Just like how succinctly Vishal Dadlani put shortly after MJ's death- MJ was a God, then Angel, and then downright branded as a Devil. Where is the human being? MJ is one of us, flawed, a man with weaknesses as much as his strengths. Yes, he was talented and had a gift that was totally out of this world when it comes to entertaining others. He was definitely the very first truly global superstar, his flag waved all the way from LA to down here in Asia, his impact was incomparable. We robbed him of his privacy, we robbed him of his dignity, we robbed his right to live like a regular human being, and now, we have covered up well with a good term for extracting from him his true gift- music. Yes, we have drained this man by taking everything away from him- we profited from his mind-blowing music, we danced to his tunes, and we had a great time. But he was always a separate entity from us- nobody put their arms around shoulders when he was hurt and in pain, when he was dragged down the mud as a pervert. Pain or delight, he had to handle it all by himself. He was alone. And he did so well in handling that.
The first thing that fondly comes to my mind when thinking back about MJ's life is the song 'Will You be There'- where there is a line which goes like 'they say a man should be strong, and walk when not able, when im only human'. He asked whether we will be there for him, and were we? Were we there for him when he needed us? I wrote in my previous entry about Man in the Mirror, that MJ gave back to the world so much from what he took from it. But what about us humans? We took his music, rejoiced in it, got inspired in it, danced to it, and what we gave the man back in return?
Michael Jackson did not depart from us, God simply took him away from us because We do not deserve to rejoice in watching him give us one last hurrah on stage in London. No, it has nothing to do with what he deserves. WE do not deserve it. We did not appreciate enough the gift that was bestowed upon us- a gift called Michael Joseph Jackson. The world and the media battered him and bruised him with their treatment of him, all because he was too good to be true. A kind child dressed in the shoes of a 50-year-old man, a sensitive, soft man, who talks and acts like nothing more than a big kid, with the purest of intentions. He wants to entertain, make other people happy, make other kids happy, help other people, give money to those in need- and his most Childish act is that he wanted to change the world and make it a better place. And all the term we could give him for all that he was in his life was- FREAK.
Those who were in need took his money, the children who needed help and company enjoyed his presence in their life and all the generous things he dedicated and provided to them, his children enjoyed the overwhelming love he gave them, we all took his music and enjoyed, but what he got from all of us? Fame? Money? Fame is something that wasn't exactly a good thing in MJ's life, and the money he earned was earnestly given back to those who needed them. He was a man who thought more about others than for himself, and the screwed up world we live in had taken full advantage of him.
MJ- you are God's favorite child for sure, and we do not deserve you in this earth anymore because we are just bunch of hypocrites who failed to appreciate your presence.
And I will not remember you for your music- not your music alone. I will remember you for the Love and concern and care you had for this world, and I will remember you for the great man and human you were.
Love you always. You will live in the drips of my soul.
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