He always said to each fan who told him they loved him, "I love you more"...
It's officially a year, chickens, since Michael Jackson passed....And I still can't seem to wrap my head all the way around it, you know? I've spent so much time over the last twelve months reading his books, watching his movie and videos, listening to his voice, and talking with people who loved him as much as I did (and still do) that it feels as if he's still here in some odd, ethereal kind of way...Until I see something in the news or whatever that cements it all again and I have to be pulled back and realise that he's just not here anymore. And that still sucks.
I've been thinking about him lately, though - of course - and I got to thinking about his attitude to life. He was comfortable with the way he was, regardless of what other people thought about him, and he saw the world for what it was; dangerous at times, but still immensely beautiful. He was able to maintain his faith in God and humanity, which always amazed me. But more than this, I think he knew what it was all about...He knew what we're all dying to know - I think Michael knew what his purpose was here on Earth and he knew his place. All we're trying to do is mill around in the vague hope we'll figure out what our point is, you know? But he knew it all along. And now he's not gone forever, he's just back to being a part of the bigger picture...He's just gone back to where we all come from.
And as silly as it might sound, it's comforting. Not just because it helps me miss him less and be more peaceful with his death, but it helps me to believe that we all - each of us - have our place and our purpose and our reason for being.
I've gotten to understand a smidge of what MJ was about over this past year and, again, I really believe that if we all could be 1/100th of the person he was able to be, the world would well and truly be a better place, because the secret is that it's all for love. L.O.V.E.
