The Death Of Robin Williams

Everyone seems to be shocked at his death. Possible suicide. When a few weeks earlier he admitted himself into a rehab clinic in the bowels of Minnesota.

This is NOT surprising. And a few people I've been listening to on podcasts even came out and said, it wasn't a good thing to go. The fact that publicists hid it under the auspicious of "re-tuning" himself is typical of plastering makeup on a pig. I feel bad that Mr. Williams surrounded himself with so many people who didn't protect his self interest, but their own. The golden goose who kept laying them eggs. It's disgusting, sometimes...this business.

It got me thinking about something a lot of entertainers struggle with. That's acceptance. Millions adored Robin. Loved his standup and in later years his family fare. However, it's usually the one disapproving person a person like Robin probably dwelled on. The one person whose acceptance he clamored for. Even though this is easily trumped by the millions, it's the one he couldn't win over. This is murder for people who want everyone to like them. That's the painful nature of show business. Ask any comic. The room would be spinning with laughter. It's the one that sits with their arms folded that they just remember. The one that they couldn't win over. That's the one that sticks in your crawl. And yes, it's not even conceivable how illogical this could be. But, for someone who thrives on making others happy, this is poison.

And so his addiction takes over. And those voices come back. I know the feeling. I've killed so many brain cells, I'm not sure what truth is anymore. I'm not depressed since I can't feel anything. It's possibly worst than depression, in that...you're numb to things. You find no enjoyment in even being depressed. Money doesn't solve it. Pussy doesn't solve it. Drugs and alcohol doesn't solve it. It's just a void. And, if you see it in that aspect, what point is there?

I've told my friend recently, how at the end of the day, you MUST find something to look forward to. Whether it be the laughter of your child, or the warm smile of your loved ones, it has to mean something to you. I implore people to dig deep and honestly believe that the small things in life shouldn't be overlooked. That you should appreciate a good meal with a good friend. That a sunset still holds value. That people's opinion of you isn't as important as your opinion of yourself. And know the good you've done for people. Take stock of your mini accomplishments. I swear, it adds up to a lot.

Wherever you are, Mr. Williams, I hope you found that peace and finally won over whoever held you back.