The world lost a few legends recently. The collective grieving can be felt physically when you take a moment to look at your screens. As fast as you scroll you still see the faces, the art work, the quotes, the genuine feeling of your friends, family, and digital strangers.
Last night Bowie died. He followed many other greats. But it got me thinking about the loss of cultural icons. Well...more specifically...the small moment of loss we feel but how they are never really gone. I never met Bowie. I never even had the opportunity to see him in concert. For me Bowie exists in movies, in photos, in music, and in my heart. And that hasn't changed.
Don't get me wrong, my empathy for his family and friends is great. I could never understand their specific loss. And I'm angry that cancer took him so young. However, he is not gone for me. He still lives in my mind the same way that he always has. Right now I'm opening Spotify to listen to his voice, and to relish in his poetry. I hear him. I see him in my mind's eye standing before the microphone. He will never be really gone.
Perhaps that why I feel the drive to create. To have a piece of my heart to live on after I'm long gone. It will never truly represent who I am, not fully. However, it can exist long after me. It will be my way to never really have to say goodbye, just as I never need to say goodbye to Bowie. Goodbyes suck.