unfinished stories

today is a crazy day for me.  my emotions are so scattered.  i'm going to try to tie it all together but i won't make any guarantees.  


first and foremost, i blogged about Amy Winehouse a few times before…check here and here for reminders.  i heard about her death on yesterday morning and i didn't even have the time to be sad.  but nonetheless, i am saddened by her death, as a fan but especially as an artist.  what saddens me most is that we will never hear the rest of her story.  we will never see her finish rehab.  we won't hear her recovery album.  we won't hear her voice about her anonymous lovers and her thoughts on love, men and melodramas.  her story is incomplete and as a writer, those unfinished stories eat at us the most.  


some people have taken the stance that we should not be shocked by her death considering she was addicted to drugs.  i wholeheartedly believe everyone has an addiction. yours might not kill you but it can stop you from living so save yourself first instead of being immune to the news of her death.  she was 27 years old with a problem that was bigger than her cure.  like any sickness, it chooses you.  that was her journey to face.  we will never know how and why she started drugs so share your opinion if you want but realize it's just your opinion.  there's a reason they're not called facts.  like any human being, i fear the day that no one can save me from myself.  i've never thought of myself to be above even the lowliest of things.  i don't know where i'll end up, i don't know who i'll end up under so i hope for the best.  when i see the worst happen, i am thoroughly shocked because i always want better.  needless to say, rest in peace to ms. winehouse. we are all vulnerable and it takes an incredible  amount of strength to expose that.  one of my favorite songs from her are below.