This morning I had to sit and ponder why the death of Robin Williams has affected me so, much more so than other famous artists that have passed, even ones Ive admired. I never met the man, the opportunity had not yet arisen, and while that saddens me, I know thats not what Ive been feeling. I think it has to do with what he did for us... and by us, I probably dont mean you. I mean the weirdos, the manics, the outcasts... those of us that dont fit in, never have and never will. The ones society says You cannot BE that way, but we cannot not be. Robin was an example of what we could be. He was bright light of creative energy and tenacious madness, a beacon of hope for those that fight demons on a daily basis, demons that those around us and close to us can neither see nor fathom, even if they tried. He taught us the difference between loneliness and solitude, how to turn perceived weakness into strength. As a soldier, I often get a sour taste in my mouth when I hear the word hero, as it is so frequently and inappropriately applied till it loses its meaning. Yes, Robin touched us all, weirdos and squares... he entertained us and made us feel... but for the weirdos, the misfits? He WAS a hero. He was my hero. And as I pause to reread what Ive wrote, I shed a tear...two... as I fully begin to realize the impact that this man Ive never met has had on my life. Robin Williams: King of the misfits, Slayer of demons. I am saddened by his last battle lost, but so grateful for the war he fought. Robin, thank you for showing us what weirdos can do. Good bye and good luck. -Paul
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 22:33:17 +0000
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