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So, yet again, I posted about something having to do with an anniversary of a day…

Even though I’m always saying on here, “Anniversaries are just days. Let’s strive to make each day special and not just celebrate things or people on one predetermined day of the year.”

Yet, I’m always the one doing exactly that!

So, I guess here are my thoughts on that: I’m a human in the human world and have to deal with the fact that celebrating that stuff, or talking about that stuff, is sort of customary. And obviously, it must be pretty ingrained in me or I wouldn’t be doing it as much.

Also, I understand how certain times get busy. Months can slip away in the blink of an eye. Maybe we need anniversaries of things to make sure we actually do remember people/things/events one day out of the year.

Yes, it would be wonderful if we could celebrate everyone in our lives everyday, but realistically that is not possible. So, maybe birthdays/anniversaries set up a checks and balances for that. (I still want to celebrate people on random days. But this is one of those places where there’s a space between who I want to be and who I am.)

(Side note: Technically, that sentence should’ve used whom twice instead of who, right? (Even though that sooooo did not sound right.) Because basically I’m saying, “I want to be ____, but I am _____.” Objects then, yes? You (as in I) are the subject. What you want to be and what you are, are the objects… Or is it all subjective because you are always you? Do I have an grammar-lovers/grammarians in the house?) Back to the post at hand:

(And yes, I am well aware as I said yesterday that I’m a bit of a crazy person when it comes to Michael Jackson. But, that’s just a flaw I have (for those of you who view that as such). It is what it is. Love me anyway.)

A note on Michael Jackson specifically (since I have anniversary-ed him a couple of times in this blog): I never just happen to think of Michael Jackson because it’s the anniversary of Thriller or the anniversary of the day of his death. He is ingrained as part of me forever.

I looked up to him way too much to ever forget about him. He’s in my headphones during my runs (and other times). He’s in my thoughts when I need to push myself. I will never need any kind of anniversary to remember Michael Jackson.

But in remembrance of him, I am doing my best to remember him a little less each year (if that makes sense). He was strong. He would’ve wanted his fans to be strong without him. He was kind, and wouldn’t want anyone to feel any sadness or any negative emotions because of him. And he was about things bigger than himself.

So, while I do remember him, sometimes I think the best way to do that is to remember him less all the time.