THE MICHAEL JACKSON IN ALL OF US

I woke up this morning to hear about the death of the pop icon Michael Jackson. I am not the greatest of Michael Jackson's fan or anything (i will leave that postion to my elder sister) but i connected to him somewhat. I saw a person who had a wish to be loved. He had a weird way of trying to achieve that objective but it doesn't make his wanting less relevant. How many of us women get involved in situations and actions just to get approval.In his disjointed mind, Michael felt that he had to be someone else to become acccepted. He changed his appearance. We do that often.We do that when we strighten our hair, we do that when we use a product that claims to tone our colour and not bleach it, we do that when we have cosmetic surgery, we do that when we change our hairstyle or personalities to satisfy our partners.

Michael could not deal with the reality of being an adult. He needed to cling to childish fantasies even if it meant playing childish sex games with children(that has never been proven in any court of law). He didn't trust adults and i dont blame him.He was sorrounded by false friends and companions . Inspite of the accusations Micheal still had an innocence that was so appealing.

We have lost the only person i know that combined music, singing, dancing and song-writing so effortlessly and exceptionally.