Michael Jackson was without question a genius at his craft. For decades he dazzled the world with his many talents. I’ve always been a fan of his, in fact the first CD I ever bought was Thriller. I bought each subsequent CD of new material that was released and whenever he was on TV you know I was there to watch. Something changed for me when he passed away in June of 2009. It was devastating and to me that is truly the day the music died. Watching This Is It in the movie theater was a bittersweet experience, as I’m sure it was for most. I will remember it as the day my view of the world changed.
For years Michael was trying to get out a message to the world through his music. After seeing This Is It I finally got it. I don’t know why it took me so long or what exactly did it, but I now have a greater understanding of who he was and what his dream for all of us was. Because of his love (L.O.V.E.) and the way he pursued his dream I have been inspired to pursue my own dreams, to achieve goals that otherwise seemed out of reach.
Several months ago I stumbled upon a Michael Jackson fan fiction. It was an intriguing idea and I’m not sure why I hadn’t discovered it sooner. After reading the first one I was hooked and wanted more. To my surprise it’s everywhere and has gained a massive following. Once I had read a few I thought maybe I could write one myself some day.
Well as fate would have it I was driving in my car one day and the idea for a story just came to me. I was excited, so the minute I got home I wrote down my ideas. When I finally sat down at my computer to write I was amazed at how the words just seemed to write themselves. Initially the ideas I had were for the entire story. I knew the key things that I wanted to see happen and what the story would be about, but I find that when I am writing the story tends to take on a life of its own. I’ll get an idea that just comes to me out of nowhere and so I sit down to write it all out. So before I get to the computer I know what’s going to happen in the next chapter, yet sometimes when I’m actually writing, the chapter turns in directions that I didn’t see coming. It’s an amazing experience, almost as though someone from above is channeling ideas through me and my fingers just do the typing.
I know now what Michael must have felt like when he wrote a song. He would always say that although he wrote the song he couldn’t take credit for it because it came from above. I’ve now experienced that first hand and I’m grateful to whoever is responsible.
He will always stay in my heart and I’ll always think of him as a Kin of pop music. He rewrote the history of music. Touching songs MJ wrote had finally some sense and weren’t meaningless. For example the one They don’t care about us or Black or white. But the one that always touches me is called the Earth song. Every time I watch it I have goose bumps, it is so true and touching. He was the best.
I love you MJ!
1958 — 2009
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