''Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.''- Virginia Woolf
It has been 2 weeks, but I still can't move on.
I'm on the younger side of the fandom, was barely an year old when the band was formed so I obviously have no recollection of the time the band was together. Till last year all I knew 1D was by the few songs on my playlist. Till last month, the number of songs had increased and I knew the basics about the band. The point is, I wasn't a huge fan before. But for some reason, when I heard the news I was shell-shocked, I felt greif for someone I barely knew, it was like something in the universe was screaming that this is wrong, something should've gone different, he should have still been alive.
In the past two weeks I've watched the video diaries, interviews, MVs, concert clips, the films, heard the albums and read a hell lot of fanfiction. While consuming these medias, I'm invested, fully focused one second and the next I remember it is all gone now, over, and I feel like dread creeping in for something I already knew.
I watch the fan tributes and posts and wonder if the grief I am feeling is somehow less true,but u know that's not the case, that greif for everyone us different. Yet, this is the first celebrity death that affected me so much, and I see everyone around me moving on in life, time rushing forward, even though I feel like everything should have collectively stopped.
To everyone going through the same greif as me, even though it feels like it's only emptiness ahead, these memories, however new they are, are important to us and it's ok to grieve and stop for a second, but when we'll move forward, these memories will be infinitly more precious and that's the thing about life. In the end, everything in life is a tapestry of memories, from one person to millions, and when we'll look back, it'll be fond.
kianamaiart
turnnoffyourmind
annaxmalina
titsay
