Last night it was reported that Whitney Houston died. While the initial feeling was one of shock, I did not share the terrible sorrow that some others did. To me, she had become another statistic. Someone who had some talent, but couldn't handle it. So many of us would love to be able to sing like she could, but most of us would not throw it all away on drugs. I don't know what caused the downward spiral in her life, but it always seemed avoidable. I've made jokes about her death, but please do not be confused. I am not applauding her death, but finding humor in how pathetic her life had become. She did not suffer from a disease. She was not taken from us do to some horrible disease. She killed herself a long time ago. She, like Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse and so many others, chose to do things to themselves that can't be explained. To have that much talent and throw it all away is something i can't comprehend.
So many of us struggle with our everyday lives, that the thought of being paid to sing, dance or play sports seems like a gift impossible of screwing up. To be adored can not be that troubling in my mind. To be looked up to for your voice, seems like a pretty decent life. To have money to do anything, but to choose a life of drugs seems like an odd choice. The papers will say she was depressed or in pain, but the truth is, the depression and pain were brought on by poor decisions.
In the past year, I have lost friends to diseases brought on mysteriously and the pain is still fresh. These are tragic deaths. So when people speak of the tragedy that was Whitney Houston's life, I might snicker. Not at the loss of life, but at the waste of it.
So many of us struggle with our everyday lives, that the thought of being paid to sing, dance or play sports seems like a gift impossible of screwing up. To be adored can not be that troubling in my mind. To be looked up to for your voice, seems like a pretty decent life. To have money to do anything, but to choose a life of drugs seems like an odd choice. The papers will say she was depressed or in pain, but the truth is, the depression and pain were brought on by poor decisions.
In the past year, I have lost friends to diseases brought on mysteriously and the pain is still fresh. These are tragic deaths. So when people speak of the tragedy that was Whitney Houston's life, I might snicker. Not at the loss of life, but at the waste of it.
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