The WordPress Daily Prompt word of the day is “crossroads,” which immediately made me think of the movie of that name with Britney Spears in it, which I didn’t watch because I assumed it would be as awful as it sounded.
And that makes me think of celebrities, which makes me think of Prince, who passed away not too long ago. I was never that big of a Prince fan, and I think I’ve only heard three songs by him: “1999,” “Little Red Corvette,” and “When Doves Cry,” which are probably the ones most often played on the radio.
It’s always kind of strange when a celebrity or a well-known public figure dies. I remember feeling a similar way when Robin Williams, Michael Jackson, and Antonin Scalia died. You’re so acquainted with these people’s work or legacy that you feel as if you actually know them on some level, and you’re really crushed when they’re gone because there’s never going to be anyone exactly like them again.
It’s horribly cliché, but it’s true: everyone’s unique. If you look at the obituary section of the local paper, you get a cold, mechanical list of names and ages and places of death. Not even the little blurbs in the paper really testify to what the person achieved in his or her lifetime or who loved that person or what that person loved.
“Society” and “the world” want you to believe that you’re easily replaced, that your abilities and talents and skills are interchangeable with those of another person. Society likes to put people into neat little boxes, and the world wants you to believe that ultimately you are nothing more than a blip on the screen of the universe. Just another human. Nothing special or unique about you. There are a million other people who are just like you.
The reality is that everyone is as unique as Prince or Michael Jackson or any other well-known celebrity or public figure. But not everyone gets commended for it in such a large way, and not everyone has such reach. That’s why it bothers me when little kids aspire to be pop stars and famous athletes and are upset when their dreams don’t come true. And so many people struggle so much to achieve the dream of becoming well known and adored… and they don’t know their own worth, so they have no idea that they’re just fine as they are.
I believe God created everyone for a purpose, and some people simply have a purpose that reaches a greater amount of people. The key is to “bloom where you’re planted,” I suppose.