Im not really one to publicly discuss things of this matter, but for some reason, in this instance, I want to. How can a man whom Ive never met pass away and have it affect me so deeply? And then it hit me. As a child I would watch people like Mr. Williams, Steve Martin, Bill Murray (the list could go on forever) Id never felt more at home, more sure of what it is I would like to do with my life. But as I watched, I was also unknowingly learning from then too. I took pieces of all they did and do, and slowly put them all together to create the comic Im trying to be today. And when one of them leaves us, and this will sound utterly dramatic but in fact true, they take a little piece of themselves back. Robin Williams taught me its okay to be silly. Its okay to be playful. Its okay to not truly be sure where a bit was going until you reached the end of a sentence. I used to hold my breath during his interviews, terrified for him. How could he just say whatever came to mind without fear of failing?? I think, and I cant speak for the man, but he knew that to find the good stuff, you just have to let go. I thank you sir, Ive taken this from you. Not even close to your perfection of it, but I dont let the fear keep me from trying. Its strange how death makes us all so open to discuss our love of someone. Yet when they are here, and able to hear us, we are sometimes scared to say what we truly feel. I hope this makes some of us tell the people we admire that they helped shape us, that they helped makes us, that they helped us become who we are. Finally. If youre hurting, talk to someone. Anyone. Feel no shame. Its hard. But try. And if you know someone whos hurting, dont wait, attempt to open the conversation today. Thank you Mr. Williams.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 16:09:52 +0000
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