I can't begin to explain or understand my thoughts on the passing of Robin Williams. I'm at a loss for words on such a great talent dying at such a young age (really, 63 isn't that old), and also apparently by his own hands. I've read the usual stories of his struggle with addiction, but one never sees the personal side to a celebrity. You can never know how much of their public persona is an act. But then, we all put on an act, depending on who we're dealing with.
We may never know the demons that he struggled with that would make him think that death was the only answer. With such a brilliant and long-lasting career, a new wife, and three children, it's hard to think what he could be depressed about. He was successful in every sense of the word, and could pretty much do anything that he wanted.
The biggest tragedy is those loved ones he left behind. What must they be thinking on how he will no longer be in their lives and if there was anything they could have done to help him through this dark time of his?
Anyway, it's a sad day and a shame that he wasn't able to find the kind of help he needed to keep going. He has left a legacy of film and charity work, and the world is a little bit darker without him.
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