It's just unavoidable the fact that humans so easily take things for granted. Even when we consciously try to be grateful and not take all things in life for granted, we tend to still fall into this habit, don't we? Many things just don't get appreciated until they are gone.
As everyone should know by now, it has been four days since Michael Jackson has passed away due to, as speculated and believed by many, cardiac arrest. I have never been a big fan of him; never paying him or his music much attention. I know there's more to a person than just his or her looks, but Michael Jackson's face has always freaked me out enough to drive me away from appreciating him as a genuine artist or an entertainer. By the time I have grown to love music (yes, I have developed interest in this field quite late in life; maybe around ten years of age when most of my peers probably already have had their favourite boy bands), he has already had the scary artificial face and bleached-white-body reminiscent of the ghostly Snow White.
Before his death, I have never quite understand why so many people go really crazy over him. I cannot even bare to look at the features on his face for more than ten seconds because they just scream abnormality and in my opinion, distortion. Images of him give me the chill. I get really disturbed just by looking at him. And I am probably not the only one who feels that way, right? But for the past few days, countless radios and television channels have been playing Michael Jackson's songs and featuring him on TV specials, reminding me that many songs I have enjoyed over the years are actually from him. I am suddenly saddened by the truth that he is no longer alive, because 50 is too early an age for anybody to die; that he should still be alive and well. I realize that I have never quite acknowledge and understand Michael Jackson's undeniable talent until he is gone.
It is human nature, isn't it?
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