Hello and welcome to the blog. My name is Paul Durante, and for once in my life as an attention seeking mediocre blog post slinging, silly video pushing, meaningless tweet dispensing child of the internet, I will not be pushing any of my creative endevours. At least not in this post. No, todays post is of a much more solemn nature. So without further ado, let’s give a brief eulogy to a man that left well before he should have.
As most of you probably know, the great Robin Williams has passed away. He was, and will always be the face and voice of a tremendous body of work that appealed to all ages. He left this world in a way that you would not wish upon your worst enemy, let alone an icon such as Williams. Unofortunately even in the short span of time since his passing was revealed, I have encountered a tremendous amount of misinformed or misguided comments on the means of his passing. The question “What did he have to be depressed about,” is a ridiculous one. Depression is internal, not external. It doesn’t matter what you have or what you have done, you aren’t immune to it. What Mr. Williams did was not a decision, it was the product of years of suffering. Now of course you can always make the choice to live, but depression is a sickness, as are thoughts of suicide. So don’t question his motives or reasons, and don’t think of his passing when you remember him. Think of Genie. Think of Peter Pan. Think of the Dead Poets Society, and the sweet therapist from Good Will Hunting. Think of Robin Williams, the man, and all the wonderful moments of laughter that he provided throughout the course of his tremendous career.