Huh.
You know, this is mental. I normally don't care much about things like this, but I thought about it tonight after seeing the news. About Heath Ledger, of course, because nothing else has been shown since he died.
But he saw himself as a guy who did a job. He loved acting, but he hated all the publicity and the paparazzi and all that extra crap.
They showed a clip of him being wheeled from the apartment in a body bag on a gurney. He was wheeled out there in the open and for once, he was as he wanted to be; just like everyone else. No special treatment. He was just a guy.
But he saw himself as a guy who did a job. He loved acting, but he hated all the publicity and the paparazzi and all that extra crap.
They showed a clip of him being wheeled from the apartment in a body bag on a gurney. He was wheeled out there in the open and for once, he was as he wanted to be; just like everyone else. No special treatment. He was just a guy.
I sat there and with my head in my hands I wept. I wept for all the things I'd ever expressed and for all the things I'd never expressed.
I wept for all the unfairness in the world. I wept with frustration at myself and at the world in general.
I sobbed for each and every person on the face of the Earth and I sobbed with the knowledge that every minute of every day people are being born and dying on a massive scale in this natural but cruel scheme of life.
Salty tears ran trails down my cheeks and down my chin and onto my shirt, turning lightness into dark.
I cried until I couldn't any more. When I was finished, the cloth of my shirt and the fibres of my being were damp with tears and I felt empty and clean.
I wept for all the unfairness in the world. I wept with frustration at myself and at the world in general.
I sobbed for each and every person on the face of the Earth and I sobbed with the knowledge that every minute of every day people are being born and dying on a massive scale in this natural but cruel scheme of life.
Salty tears ran trails down my cheeks and down my chin and onto my shirt, turning lightness into dark.
I cried until I couldn't any more. When I was finished, the cloth of my shirt and the fibres of my being were damp with tears and I felt empty and clean.