Why we grieve the loss of an artist that we don’t know
personally. Music is a universal method
of communication. It hits us to our
core. Our souls feel at a level that
otherwise we are not allowed to reach.
Those of us who feel deeply, music is our therapy. An artist uses their emotions be it pain or
joy and everything in between, it resonates within us. It’s like our spirits are rejoicing that someone
gets it, gets us. They have felt this
same pain. Different experience, but same
pain.
Music is cheaper than a psychotherapist. We don’t need or want to be analyzed, we want
to be heard and understood. MUSIC! It is music and the poetry of our favorite
artists crying souls that reaches us on a level that nobody could ever imagine.
Those of us who feel deeply cannot just dismiss our empathic
spirits. Creative gentle souls are
suffering in this day of evil. This day
of hypocrisy. We are mocked, ridiculed,
and shunned by those who approach life on more cerebral level. Creativity in any form is a window into our
darkest areas as well as the areas we let ourselves to shine.
We carry the weight of others hurting. If not careful, it weighs on our souls that we
struggle to climb our way out of a darkness that we did not create.
A young man of 25 has
so much self-loathing, because he craves unconditional acceptance from his
father. He uses the evil of the world to
set the standards for who he should be.
To be told by others to “man up” after he attempted suicide. The pain is so palpable that to not wake up
is the only solution.
A woman whose purpose in life was to be a wife and mother to
be abused and abandoned by her husband to the evil and lustfulness of the world
and his own selfish desires of a perverted heart and mind. To be mocked and shunned by those who deem
her at fault for not satisfying her man.
The pain is so real that all she can do is find her reprieve at the
bottom of a bottle.
A child neglected or worse abused to be allowed to grow in
fear that turns to anger. A child now an
adult who doesn’t know how to let go of the shame and guilt of being unworthy
of love.
Music reaches these hurting souls. Music has the healing power that we so desperately
need. We believe the person who wrote
the poetry perfectly orchestrated with the melody understands the pain, the
darkness. There is a kinship with the
creator of this music. There is an
admiration for them facing their demons even if they fail at conquering them.
Music is our solace.
When a member of this kinship dies at their own hands because they just
couldn’t face the pain another day, clashes with our hopes of defeating our own
torments. ‘
We grieve oh so much more than their life gone too soon.
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