the king

I don't know Michael Jackson well. I've never been a big fan, and I don't know if I ever will be one.

But once, when I was much younger, I remember watching some sort of a documentary of him. And, watching his life through that documentary, I remember feeling sorry for him. He lived in such a big mansion, and he had a theme park and a zoo of his own. And the best part about his home is that he named in Neverland, where a kid would always remain a kid. Though I love that idea, I felt really sorry for him. Despite the big house, he lived alone (minus the maids). Despite all his money, he didn't really have anyone close. Frequently, he'd bring some kids over and let them play in his house, but then all he received in return are rumours and slanders. And the saddest thing about him is how he underwent plastic surgery so that he can be a white. He felt so insecure about being a black so he did that. I think, the worst feeling anyone can ever have is to be insecure. And he was insecure almost throughout his life, so he went through the pain, lived alone in sadness and despair.

And people only began to appreciate him once he was gone.