Today I had the extraordinary opportunity to touch someone's greatest creation.
Usually I'm not the type of person who listens to hip-hop, or that "Yo!" stuff. Honestly, I've never liked it.
OK, now I might be mellow, or even too short of strenght. I don't care, though. I'm thankful.
I'm thankful to my sister for showing me one of the greatest talents I would miss out in my life, for I have seen and listened only the crap of this music.
Today I saw a movie. Today a movie made me sit down and not move until I saw its end.
To me Tupac Shakur was and always has been some kind of a distant figure that had died a long time ago, a very long time ago. It was all I knew. Today I've learned more.
Humane always hurts me in some way. The non-humanity though makes me go insane. Well, this person showed me both. And what a capability it is, showing me even though he's gone for so long.
I cannot say much now, for my thoughts still need to reorder in my head. All I know is, that he was great, and I'm saying this because of the fact that his life and his death were... hm, big. His life was big, so that his death must be. And it was - not the gunshot, but the way he was talking about it - about the moment life would leave him, the way people reacted. It was similar to the grief the world experienced when the King of Pop's heart stopped last year. Or with the Elvis' death. Or with Cobain's. I think humanity is facing upon a large number of tragedies oncoming, a lot of great people we are going to lose.
It's strange. I've always wondered why Shakur's fans always act like he left the world just yesterday. The truth is, years after this loss he is still around. And he said it. He doesn't want to be forgotten. So this (probably) last wish is all done. The world remembers.
I can't believe I was mourning, too. That's why I hate getting to know someone, no matter if he's a regular person or a man of art. Their lack is always devastating, no matter our efforts to calm down basing on the fact their art lives on. And I can't believe my chest hurt, and my eyes overflowed. It's a magic, since I've never listened to his music. Today I HEARD it, and that's all that's enough for me.
I've been stating in front of the mirror that death is just another door, and we'll all be gone someday, and that it's just the order of nature, and it's all normal. So I started taking it more philosophically. Until this day, when I realized it wasn't over for me to suffer.
I cannot say more, and I see my thoughts are really scattered. He left his decree, for us to do good and follow our dreams and ourselves, so when we do he well be reborn. That's his legacy and his message. Well, I'm not much of a fan to claim that I know it, but I saw just enough of him.
And all I can do is admire and bow low down in his name.
If I had only one chance to talk to him, I would say, "You've been here all this time. They couldn't kill you, they couldn't fail you. You never left this Earth. You never left."
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