I didn't want him to 'just beat it' yet...

I was born a child of the 90's, mid 90's to be exact. So I couldn't appreciate the feel of the music that was raging then, because I was too young. Nevertheless, Michael Jackson was always present. I remember being 7 years old and going down to my friend Jessica's house to film 'our show'. The show consisted of her dad's video camera, us doing fake commercials and interviewing her older brother. When we would interview him, we'd go up to his room turn down the lights, leaving only a little green lamp on, and play MJ's "Thriller". We'd do that every single time and it never got less funnier.
As I got older I started to hear the whispers and cruel jokes about this man's life. I always believed that no matter what he was being accused of he would always be a music legend. In the last year or so, I started getting more and more into oldies. And with that came the Jackson 5 and a little more MJ. It was so beaituful how a rythm could make you feel so alive, so happy. It was like an electric shock going through your body. I was enamored by the sensual and appealing "PYT", captivated by the strong and imperative "Beat It", forced to have fun dancing "Thriller", and those are just a few.
The stage presence that characterized Michael Jackson will be hard to imitate, because believe me through the years it'll continue to be imitated. Like John Mayer said: "Michael Jackson, like James Brown and Prince, are nearly uncoverable. The tunes were about his innate talent and can't really be replicated."
His label scream, seducing dance steps, and young voice kept all of the young generation and will keep us dancing for a long time.
With fifty years because of a heart attack a father of two children, an irreplaceable talent, a brother, and bussinessman passed away. I know my words won't do him the justice he deserves, but I write this with the best intentions.
We love you Michael Jackson. May you always be in our hearts and souls.

Michael Joseph Jackson
(August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)

Learning to let go

Letting go is a tough concept. Letting go of love, of people, of places; it's always hard. Unfortunately, life gives us that challenge. The challenge of letting go of your childhood and walking into the big doors of high school; letting go of the place you grew up in and everyone who'd ever been in your life; letting go of the person you fell in love with and everything they ever did to you; letting go of the people who have passed away and all the sorrow we keep for them. Sometimes, we even have to let go of ourselves. But what exactly is letting go of yourself? It's letting go of every preconceived idea we have of people, of the image we keep for society, of all the feelings we keep shut inside our heart and of everything everyone ever said about us. And what's left without all this is you. Just you and the pureness of your being. Yeah, letting go is a healing process. It hurts so much and you cry, you feel sad, you don't know what to do. But in time you get better, you grow. I'm not exactly saying that you forget; you don't. The thing you let go of becomes a beautiful memory in the ambiguousness of your mind.
And then there's a new chapter. You start over, fresh and new. With everything to do and it doesn't bother you. Because if anything happens, you know you're strong enough to let go.

Today I let go of middle school and will walk, this August, into the doors of high school. I let go of the pain of losing great people to Him. I let go of people I thought were my friends. Most importantly, I let go of feelings.

A lot of people are dealing with the same things I am,except a lot of people I know are leaving or have left. To other schools, other countries, heaven, but it doesn't matter. They're not being forgotten or saying goodbye, it's just a see you later.

Whatever's bothering you, let it go. And you know what the best thing is? We survive. :)