When I am moved by something I tend to write. When I struggle for answers, I write. When I am joyful, I write. Today, I write to bring some balance to my heart and mind. Some things do not immediately feel ‘right’ to me and it is spilling it all onto paper in a heap of jumbled words, thoughts, and ideas I can begin the process of sifting through what is in me with the ever-prodding hope that equilibrium will be restored.
The dust has not yet settled yet. My heart is still heavy and my mind still too shocked to understand.
Prince is no longer with us.
Before you roll your eyes this is not about celebrity-worship. This is more about life, the meaning thereof as well as the footprint we all leave behind because we were even here, breathing.
Every morning I arose and never gave a thought to what Prince was doing, what he would do next or anything of the like. In fact, Prince was not even a major factor in my life. I enjoyed his passion, admired his tenacity and most importantly adored the expression of his truth. He was undoubtedly authentic. As authentic as his music which was an extension of his very soul.
So why then do I feel so emotional? I have watched his videos and listened to his music for days since April 21st in an effort to soothe myself. I know there is something for me to understand in all of this but first the processing must take precedence.
I believe it has helped me remember, rather glaringly, the importance of each and every person breathing on this planet at this time and the power we all wield. We are bumping around on this plane of existence seemingly more focused upon who is doing what-or not, who is saying what-or not, who is believing what-or not to the point where we are agonizing over everyone’s choices but our own.
We all have the eternal gift of Free Will and can choose anything at any time. Why are we so bent on pointing fingers at those who are not choosing the same as we are? It seems to me that if this formidable blue marble were a garden wouldn’t we want to have diversity in floral sights and scents and foliage? Wouldn’t we embrace the different hues and fragrances? Why do we not offer the same dignity to each other?
Prince did just that. In spades. He fell in love with his uniqueness and honoured it by expressing it through his choices, through his music, through his spirituality, and through his humanitarianism, through his entire life. He was authentic. Through and through. Did it appeal to everyone? No. Why should it? We all have the Free Will to prefer differently and make choices based on those preferences. Because he was so ‘in our faces’ with his authenticity some people found the need to label him—‘weirdo’, ‘fag’, ‘insane’ simply because he was different than whatever this society has conditioned us to believe is ‘normal’.
I have read some comments on Facebook that we should not be glorifying a celebrity when others have lived more meaningful lives and have received barely a glance from any of us. Prince ‘lived’. He was an example of the dizzying Love that can be shared if we just give our passion, which is the fuel of the soul, full rein. Each note, each beat of the drum, each twirl on the stage was a gift. It was all a demonstration of how a soul can be moved. And he moved millions with his. To everything there is a season and yes, I agree there are those who have lived magnanimously and left barely a ripple in the acknowledgement of last breath. That does not mean they did not impact anyone in a positive way.
For some, the bigger and zanier the demonstration of unconditional love of self-uniqueness, passion and the tenacity of living your dream perhaps leaves a bigger the footprint. Not intentionally. It is a by-product of how much of themselves they shared and to what intensity. For me it is an eternal gift to help me remember who we all are and what is possible. We all do that for each other no matter what the ascribed scale.
If you ever thought that who you are or what you do does not matter, think again. It isn’t for us to know completely the impact we may have on others. Just know that without your breath, without the unfolding of your life, without your thoughts, ideas and preferences, without your uniqueness, without your passion there are others who would not be who they are. Don’t we owe it to ourselves and each other to offer the best possible impact we can? I think so.
Like so many before Prince – Michael, Whitney, David, Robin – I want to offer my sincerest thanks and a reciprocation of unconditional love. For without you our reminders may be a little dimmer than what we would like. It matters not the choices that were made, the lifestyles that were lived. What matters most is the impact, the sharing, and the ability to actually become the music and the passion for us all to see displayed in its fullest glory.
There will never be a day when the music dies simply because we have all been forever changed by something vastly larger and more lasting. Dare to be different, fall in love with your uniqueness and never say no to your passion or your dreams. You may not have the opportunity to express your passion on stage in front of millions but there will be enough people impacted by your authenticity that still makes it all so worthwhile. You never know how large your footprint will be. We have such a short time here on this plane of existence. Let’s make the most of it and be the reminder that we all need – that passion fuels the soul, the soul experiences the unconditional love and all who are witness to it are ignited to once again feel the greatness that has always been within them.
You matter, your dreams matter, and your passion matters.
Let it out. Let it lead.