There was something extra extra extra unique about Michael Jackson.
In the eighties my mother made photo albums for me of all of his press clippings. Because he was unique.
When I watch all of the clips and tributes over the last several days, I am motivated by what I see.
I am motivated to be more. Try more. Risk more. Give more. Live more. To explore beond the limits of who think I can be.
I am also conscious to ignore the “hateration” that comes with success or simply trying to better yourself.
Look at how excellent Michael was at his craft. Look at how ridiculed he was. Yesterday, at his memorial, when his daughter talked about her “daddy” he became human to us.
As I have been climbing the mountain of building Travertine Spa, my experieces become broader but my personal world smaller. Others with unfulfilled dreams want you unfulfilled as well. Misery loves company, but I no longer hang out with Misery. Im hanging out with Inexpressible Joy.
Originally made for the BET Awards last week, but never aired.
