Early last evening as I was eating dinner I heard the breaking news on my television:
Robin Williams dies in apparent suicide; actor, comic was 63
In the days to come his family and handlers will try to whitewash his death but the fact remains, Robin Williams died and probably by his own hand. No amount of media spin by high paid pr folks will change that fact.
Why so many celebrities, who have so much God-given talent, fame and fortune are so unsatisfied with life that they either have to drug themselves into a stupor just to get through the day or commit suicide voluntarily or involuntarily, I find fascinating. Fascinating is probably the wrong word because it conjures positive images but still, why they do it I'll never understand.
I'll never forget one of the definitions I heard of suicide: "A permanent solution for a temporary problem."
Now that I look back on my personal situation that had caused me so much pain from which I sought escape, I realize how small and insignificant my "problem" was. The source of my "pain" was a failed love affair. I just could not imagine my life without this person in it. Guess what? I'm doing just fine now and have for lo these many years.
One thing I've never forgotten, you are the most important person in this world. We only get one life. No, there is no afterlife. I have no problem with those who believe there is, if that helps them to get through this life, more power to them. But folks, we only get one turn on this merry-go-round called Life. Once we go to the Big Sleep, it is over and I mean OVER. Savor ever moment of your earthly existence. To me, as long as you're not in great pain and have some quality of life, just hang on.
It does get better. It's a shame that Robin Williams didn't have that strength. His pain has ended, but he pain of those he left behind is just beginning. And that folks, is the real tragedy. My heart goes out to them.