The Shadow of Death: Micheal Jackson

Death is the constant fleeting reminder of how transitory our punitive existence is. It is the yard stick of human frailty and the fragilities of the human condition. A constant reminder that everything that we possess, that we idolize and that we laud and apotheosis are only temporary as fleeting and flickering as death lurking on the sidelines of life.

It’s true that as human beings we often live as if we will never die. We glorify life and its inanities. We prey, we destroy and we boast immunity. But we are never immune to death. God forbid that if money, love and fame could have purchases life. Michael Jackson would not be a dead man today.

It is true because we so often forget that the ground that we so gaudily and pompously scorn is the very ground that we will spend a billion years in. The money that we accumulate in heaps, the lifestyles that we boast and the contempt for the less fortunate that we hold. We never realized that money and fame cannot buy life. It cannot buy genuine friendship, genuine love or even a good life.

The king of pop is gone and my heart has sunken into an abyss. I realize that if death does not have any recognition or reverence for Mr. Jackson, death is less likely to over look a scum like myself. If someone as powerful, influential and famous as Michael Jackson can be here in the morning and gone with the wind in the afternoon. Frankly speaking there is nothing left of me.

Michael Jackson long lives the king! You truly missed! Although you have never stepped foot on our soil, your music and entertainment achievement have far reaching impact on our culture and society. We grieve with you and your family and I hope that your soul may rest in peace.

As I watch some last footage of Mr. Jackson’s life, my heart was down casted even more. He looked like a sad child. I guess Mr. Jackson never grew up. His desire for love and acceptance has been the main teams of his music. A wave of pity washed over me. Michael went away without fulfilling his mission. He went away sad and I bet lonely. Longing for and even yearning for family and friends. He died without being given a chance to say goodbye to the ones he love.

The world has lost a great man. One more great man has hit the dust! Whether we like it or not. Death is what will always be waiting for us at the end of the road. We live like we never die and when we die it’s as if we never live. When I plan tomorrow I plan to die.

Michael Jackson see you on the other side my brother. I intend to help in making the world a better place for you and for me and for the entire human race. I will never stop because although you are gone I know that you still care for the living. I will continue to save the world we live in. I will save it for my kids and your children.

Rest in peace Michael Jackson!