Michael Jackson's Death

As shocked as everybody else i can't believe it either that Michael Jackson is dead. well ok here's a confession, as a young child (many years ago, that is) i idolized the guy (oh for crying out loud), imitated him and danced like crazy just to look like him. When my grandmother visits us she would always ask me during night time to sing and dance in a performance level (hehehe) for her entertainment (rude grandma) but when i reach the part where i sing MJ's songs, she would say, "oh i'm sleepy now i need to rest, it's been a long day." oh well, let's shift back to first gear before i reveal things i would regret later.

MJ's dead? The king of pop? how could it be? how could it happen to him? While I was asking these questions I've realized that, there's a much tougher question, how could he not die? yes he's popular, yes he's famous, yes he's multi-talented but like you and me he is a part of a reality no one can escape, the reality of death or "the fall" in my previous post. He is a part of a journey, life's journey, to be exact. And like every journey, there's a beginning, and sad it may be, there is also an end.