End of an Era

So, I know full well that I'm not the first person to post about the deaths of Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, or even Ed McMahan. And I know that I'm not the first to realize the frightening thought that they all died in the same week. With the passing of Billy Mays-the OxyClean guy, today, is just another nail in the coffin.

Many of these faces will not be forgotten anytime soon, but some will last longer than others. The musical impact that Michael Jackson had on the world will last generations. This is no exaggeration. He has influenced so many artists in so many different genres of music, and Thriller is still a record holder for sales. Also, the Moonwalk, which only he could ever truly pull off, cannot be fully duplicated.

This is not a blog about Michael, Farrah, or even Billy. It's about the impact that these people had on our lives, no matter how large or small. Their images and voices are imprinted in our subconscious, something that will not be passed on to the unborn generations to come if we choose not to. Of course, that's with anyone. Those who continue to live with us after they have passed one are the ones that have had the most impact in our lives. Famous or not.

One question that arises is why these famous people have such an impact. What is it about these personalities that we are drawn to (and in some cases-with dangerous and disastrous results)? Why is it these particular individuals have such an effect on us? For some, it's talent. True, raw, undeniable talent. Talent that we enjoy and wish we had ourselves. Others are famous for just being famous. These will always be the ones to be the first to be forgotten after they are gone. But there is something there that we are drawn to.

Many of these individuals wouldn't be capable of leading us, should the occasion arise. Yet, we follow them and try to imitate them as if they could. Is it self confidence? Many of them lack it, but project as if they do have it. So what is it? Perhaps, we will never know.

A death is sad, no matter who is the one dying. No person is ever unloved, even if they feel that way. We all leave an imprint on others, some more than others. Humans come and go with the breeze, but legacies outlive us.

So, what kind of an imprint are you leaving on those around you? How will you be remembered, and is that how you would like it to be? The only chance you have to change is before you die, so might as well do it now while you still can.

Allright, done rambling. Hope you all have a good one.

Take care,
Jeremy