I Don't Know Where I'm Going But I Don't Think I'm Coming Home

Ground Control To Major Tom -David Bowie, Part 1

*Note: I had to break up the chapter I wrote on Bowie into several chapters- apparently I wrote waaay to much about him and Wattpad was like "Mmmm, girl no!" (*wags finger around*)*

David Bowie.

I'm just letting his name sink in. Bowie was (and will forever be) one of my biggest idols and influences. I was devastated the morning of January 11th...

Nothing ever shocked me more than waking up and hearing that the Thin White Duke had passed.

Bowie always seemed invincible to me. If I ever imagined him dying from something (I'm going to be honest- I thought that it was impossible for him to die!) I wouldn't have imagined something so, so human, killing him. I would've expected him to go nose deep in a pile of cocaine or something like that, but I would've never imagined cancer.

It's weird, those moments you realize your infallible hero isn't what you thought he was- he was simply human.

Sometimes I think the world pictures someone one way, so that is exactly how we continue to view this person. I never really viewed Bowie as a human being; for me he was an ethereal god of music. Inevitably, though, the mask comes off and we discover our heroes are just as flawed as we are. And that's okay.

I always wanted to believe in my heroes, mostly because I wanted to be that there were people out there who were perfect, and maybe, with hard work, I could become one of those perfect people I admired.

But, somehow, finding the human flaws in my heroes has made  me realize that the goal of becoming like them is ultimately more obtainable; they are human, just like me. If they managed to shine, so can I.

*Heeeyyy, you're still alive! Yay! So, if you happen to still be breathing after reading that shit, please comment "This is Ground Control to Major Tom". Thanks if you actually read it!*