I was saddened to awaken and find another idol gone. Each little light going from the world makes it such a darker place. After a time each loss stacks on the heart, weighing it down. So I set about grieving on social media, I set myself down and reliving the Joy I have felt in his music. Rewatched my favorite movie that he was in. I felt sad, until I read a blog post by one of my favorite webcomics ( http://www.dominic-deegan.com) . He was far more elegant than I at how he expressed the combination of sadness and shock that this light going out caused.
Don’t be sad that David Bowie died. The man lived a fiercely unique, artistic life. He was a relevant cultural icon for decades. He was Ziggy Stardust, Jareth the Goblin King, and just David fucking Bowie. His music is immortal. His last work is (from what I’ve heard) a masterpiece of a finale. He left us as ashes, not dust. This is probably the best ending to an artist’s story that any of us creative types could hope for. Hell, if I accomplish even half of a fraction of what David Bowie achieved, I will have surpassed my wildest dreams. Today I celebrate, not mourn.
This got me thinking. So i started looking at my behavior when each of these lights went out. Each time we lost a bright light who brightened my life in some way, I reacted the same way. I went back to what I loved. Their light. I really believe many do this. It helps us make sense of death, of disease, and of violence. So tonight i rejoice for the light I found in a creative soul. I also hope someday far into the future, someone does the same when I pass.
R.I.P. to all those lights that have gone out in the last few years, even those who only lit up one small world.