Kwon Ji Yong Act III: M. O.T.T.E Documentary - watch it!
I had to take a deep breath before writing even one word. I guess unconsciously I was reluctant to watch the documentary right after it came out, because I had a feeling it would affect me. I didn't know how but I was afraid, and rightly so.
The documentary was really well done and quite artistic. I couldn't stop watching even for a second. It had happy and very sad moments. To make it short, it is worth watching, regardless if you like Kwon Ji Yong (GD, G-Dragon) and K-pop or not. Believe me.
I did expect to see how bad his life actually would be, but I also didn't. I know what I write makes no sense. So let me put it that way:
I'm fully aware that the whole K-pop industry is pretty much just exploitation of young talents for companies' profits. Mostly up until the point where the artists start ignoring what's happening to them or/and adjust to the circumstances and lose themselves and what they truly are/were. So in the end they either end up utterly unhappy or completely happy but not real to themselves in a way. And the worst part is that we the fans are the reason this for this. Yes we are, don't even try to argue.
And believe me I had my eyes wide open from the beginning and I knew all of this the moment I started listening to K-pop. My consolation was/is that they chose this way of living for themselves or their parents did it and that they are living at least a part of their dream and (in case of success) they earn plenty of money. Similar as with any other occupation, not everyone succeeds, so it was never an argument for me to say "yeah but some don't get enough money for what they endure". Yeah that's life, get used to it.
So coming from this direction I should have been prepared to what I was about to watch. But I wasn't. I think it's one of those things where you know something but you don't truly feel it in your bones until it happens to you. And somehow the fact that G-Dragon/GD/Kwon Ji Yong has given me personally a lot of happiness, inspiration and motivation, it made it personal. Like someone close to me was hurting. And I cried. I really did. A lot.
Well I don't intend to stop listening to the music or support the artists (and unfortunately the whole industry by doing so). But I do appreciate parts of it even more now that I got hurt.
Also I wish I could look into his eyes (or any other struggling artist for that matter) and tell him a million things. Like how great of a positive impact he is having on other lifes, or how good he is actually handling such a difficult situation, or how normal he is, or how loved he is, or how everyone is lonely and how brave it is to be so, or how we all somehow end up in the right spot at the right time and we just need patience. But I never will and that's okay. Maybe somehow my massage will end up where it belongs (on the side of someone who needs it) through others. And if one day he does hear me, I think the most important thing I would like to say to him is: