This Is It

I skipped watching the game on Thursday night. Which, due to our team's loss, I'm not terribly upset about now. Not that I was terribly upset that night either... because I went to go see This Is It. Michael Jackson's documentary about his never going to happen concert. Let me tell you something... it would have been amazing. Brilliant. Amazing. I think what I missed most about not watching the game was sitting on biff's couch with her. But - we've got tonight.

The movie advertisements for This Is It kept telling you that it would show you a side of him you've never seen. It's true. What you saw was the artist at work. And quite the artist he was - meticulous, knew what he was envisioning "I want it played the way I wrote it". He was funny too. Funnier than I would have ever guessed he would be. Spice and I enjoyed it. It really was something to see on the big screen. Everyone there clapped when it ended, as if he could hear us. Who knows - maybe he can.

Got me thinking too - about dedication to one's work. I'm talking the passionate kind of work, the thing that makes you complete, not just the thing that you do for money. For me, it'd be writing. For others, homemaking or finance or anything, really. But - can you imagine if we were all that dedicated? If we all made such a big go at it? Or, at least, a big attempted go at it.

What would this world become?