I think, therefore I harm
Well, I just heard the news. I’m currently on vacation, so I’m kind of disconnected from the rest of the world right now. I’ve not listened to my favorite radio station, which normally keeps me informed to the minute. And as you know, I’m not too keen of social media.
Well, I was visiting a pet store with my son, which I had heard good words regarding their fish section. To be honest, it’s one of the most beautiful pet store I’ve seen in my life, and their fish section was genuinely astonishing. I noticed my favorite radio station was what was playing there, rather than the bowel movement inducing pop music you usually hear in stores, or on general radio.
I began paying attention when I heard the name Robin Williams, and couldn’t ignore the fact that they were speaking of him in the past. Soon enough, I got it that one of my favorite actor had put an end to his days.
On my way back home, images of him crossed my mind, some of the movies I loved which he played in. My favorite one was Dead Poets Society (1989), but The Final Cut (2004), though totally different, isn’t far behind. Both movies are on my top-10 list of my 50 favorite movies.
Back home, I googled his name to learn more. I can’t believe what I saw. Since when details of suicide are supposed to be in headlines? I had to browse in between extremely graphic details in several articles to finally learn what I really wanted to know. Where is this world coming to?
I’m not much into people’s private life. Well I know how many children each of my friends have, and their names. But I don’t know what car Natalie Portman drives, what’s Adam Sandler’s favorite sport, or what body part Miley Cyrus showed on her last visit to the beach. Hum, bad example, I know what body part it was. Let’s say I don’t know where Jennifer Lawrence lives or if she’s married.
Upon learning of Robin Williams’ death, I sincerely hoped he didn’t want to be old, though I was aware he wasn’t that old (he was 63, actually). Or that he had recently learned he had cancer and didn’t want to go through that. But no, reasons were bad. He was depressive and had fought substance abuse for the last several years. He also apparently tried two different methods the same night to end his days, I thus conclude it wasn’t foreplanned, but done on impulse.
Well, the good thing with artists is that they never really die. They leave behind what they were actually known for. In this case, Robin Williams is credited for no less than a hundred pieces of art as an actor, both on the silver screen and the small screen, the first one in 1977, before I was even born. Furthermore, he stars in two different movies, currently in post-production, both scheduled for release in December. Plus, he also voice acted a dog (!!) in a sci-fi scheduled for next year.
What will you remember Robin Williams for? What did he mean for you? What impression did he leave in your life?