Michael Jackson and Beijing

I know this post is one of a bajillion that talks about Michael Jackson, but writing from Beijing, it's interesting to note how even here, in China, his death is being mourned/recognized. Riding the cab today, Michael Jackson's songs were being played at almost every station, including the news stations. What really made me think about him, however, was when I went to a famous club in Beijing (because two of my male compadres wanted to go), and Michael Jackson was being played even in their halls, unexpectedly. I couldn't imagine a better memorium for Michael Jackson than having a thriving, dancing, joyous international group of young adults, clubbing to his songs. Even though he stands accused of some questionable acts, I felt a deep sense of sorrow. It really hit me that he won't be able to enjoy the fruits of life anymore, just like so many others that we know and don't know of.

Partially why I felt so much sorrow was because my life has been completely, utterly, unexpectedly wonderful lately. I have never been this fortunate in my life, in terms of financial security; and more importantly, relationships with other people. My skeptical half keeps dreading the moment where all my good fortune runs out. But hopefully, it won't. We'll see.