My bus trip back from Singapore today was spent reading a book that made me feel like the ghost of MJ was telling me his life story. ‘Moonwalk’ was written by Michael himself and i feel it’s really a story told from the heart. As much as he had wanted to reveal at least, of course. It was published in 1988 and I imagine he wrote the book so he could connect directly with his fans, hoping to be understood but seems like the more he tries doing so the more he is misunderstood. He’s a highly spiritual person and truly a kid at heart. I love how he isn’t afraid to talk about how he feels about something, the things that make him cry, the women he loved and how he makes a wish (omg, i’m not the only freak who makes wishes!)
All the things that men would normally avoid talking about because they’re afraid people would see them as being silly/immature/un-macho, he tells them wholeheartedly. And, he keeps a diary. He wears Mickey Mouse t-shirts for goodness sake! Why, such an amazing, passionate and beautiful person like him didn’t find his one true love is beyond me. Unless his ‘one true love’ was, well, music …or Diana Ross.
I know, i write as though he’s still alive. Because I want to believe he is. Because it’s scary to grow up and accept that it is the beginning of a completely new era – one without Michael Jackson in it. I admit I was very nervous during the 2010 countdown, and not because I was gonna go on stage and perform but because I didn’t know if i was ready for the new decade. Reading the book has given me new confidence and strength, and I feel relaxed. Thank you, MJ.
“My attitude is if fashion says it’s forbidden, I’m going to do it.”
I loved that line. And I think it describes him perfectly.