I feel so sad about the demise of Amy Winehouse, who owned such a unique and gifted voice. The impression was that she only felt happiness in a drug induced world, which was of course only temporary, and did not have the strength to overcome her feelings and illness to live in the outside world.
I also think that coming up to the age of 30 is a milestone for some people. It’s like a hill on the horizon where you cannot see the other side. Feelings of leaving the experimental fun 20s and moving into the older 30s can be daunting. Coupled with all the ‘shoulds’ and ‘should nots’ was this what Amy was experiencing?
I’m sure many of us will stop to think about the meaning of life especially in this extraordinary week of fatalities. Does it make each day important? I think so. Living in the present and doing the best we can for ourselves and for others has to be a good affirmation of living.