“Self-love seems so often unrequited.” -- Anthony Powell
"You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” -- Buddha
Since Saturday night, I, like so many others across this world, have been sorting through an abundance of emotions surrounding the life, legacy and loss of the legendary Whitney Houston. Like most of you, I never had the opportunity to meet her, but I feel as if I got to know her over the years through her music, movies and interviews (both good and bad). If I go back a little further, I vaguely recall seeing her in the pages of Seventeen magazine when I was a teenager. So, for all intents and purposes, Whitney has been a part of my life for the majority of my life.
With that being said, I am feeling a big sense of loss now that she is gone, just as I did when we lost Michael Jackson a few short years ago. Some of my sadness arises from the fact that we will never hear the new music that she could have created or witness her on-screen reunion with the ladies of Waiting to Exhale in Terry McMillan's sequel, Getting to Happy. Some of my tears have fallen because her passing represents yet another reminder that my childhood is gone and my own mortality is inevitable. However, the thing that grieves me the most is the fact that Whitney never fully realized that learning to love herself was undoubtedly the Greatest Love of All.