Like everyone who is a millenial I went to see the michael jackson movie and when I tell you I left there so deeply inspired that I got a copy of moon walk and then dreams of dancing because I love to read what creatives think or how they describe what transpired in their lives and I'm always so in awe when I read it.
Watching the movie reminded me of my uncle who is a huge michael fan, for years at every family party he'd do the moon walk and then a split, I now have a video of him doing a "moon walk" at the wedding and me dancing barefeet so excited about the whole situation which really leads me to how much of that movie was nostalgia farming and how much of it was a mirror being held up for all fo us to see that tomorrow is not promised and we have to use the gifts God has given us in this one single life?
Or a mirror that shows us how lazy we are being with the talents God has given us?
While the movie took me back to fun times, it also dragged me by my non existent edges, As if to say- WAKE THE FUCK UP.
Life right now is super-lifing but I'm somewhat so thankful because what is making me tired is taking me closer to my dreams in the fastest possible track, feels surreal still.
Back to Michael Jackson's book and his unending love for Diana Ross, which is absolutely sad because why will anyone allow a baby to pine after you like that then I remember that honestly younger men can be fun as long as they don't get carried away but its cute how he always insisted that he loved her and probably always will and was heart broken when she got married, and I'm like did you think she'd marry you?
He seemed like a sweet kid, I remember reading about him & Quincy's relationship in Quincy's book and to see it told from Michael "I like to be grinded" eyes is so fascinating.
Which is also leading me to realize that partnership in creative business ala Ryan & MBJ and Q & MJJ might be the hack/cheat code to creative excellence.
I think I'm going to go back to daily journalling because not only do I miss it I can't believe I've lived in these 3 years with no record of how I'm feeling or what my frame of mind was day to day. SO funny because I loved a good journal I'm sure I can still find my university journals.
Anyway let me leave you with this wembly 1988 performance of Human nature
