In case you haven’t heard the news, Whitney Houston died last Saturday. Though the only way you couldn’t have heard the news is if you were dead yourself, and in that case, you have bigger problems than Whitney Houston’s passing. Am I sad that such a beautiful and gifted singer has been silenced permanently? Yes, of course I am. Do I think it should be the top news story on every single news cast? No, I don’t.
I think it’s very sad that Ms. Houston passed away, and my heart bleeds for her poor daughter, but I’m also incredibly angry as well. While we don’t know the cause of death, most people are surmising that it is probably related to Ms. Houston’s drug issues. Everyone keeps talking about how tragic it is. It is tragic, but I’m sorry, it’s equally tragic every single time somebody loses their battle with addiction. Why aren’t we mourning those deaths? Where are the candlelight vigils and public memorial services for those people? Are they any less important? No, they’re not.
I think, we as a society, pay too much attention to those we deem “famous.” They’re not any different than you or I, and they don’t need to be put on pedestals. Maybe we should leave the so called beautiful people alone and focus our attention on those around us who are struggling, or at the very least pay the same amount of attention to them. Celebrate their successes and mourn their failures. I think we as a society need to shift our priorities and figure out what really matters. Ms. Houston’s passing DOES matter, but so does the passing ever every single person in this world.