Things you never knew about Michael Jackson (king of pop)
Things about Michael Jackson, most people think they already know everything, but in truth they don’t. I used to believe I knew his whole story until I started digging and found little secrets hiding under the glitter. He wasn’t just some singer on a stage with sparkly gloves, he was a man with sides people never get to see. Life always show us one face of someone and hide the rest. Ars longa, vita brevis, "art stay long, life too short", I feel that fits him because his voice still here but his body gone.
If you ever watch him perform you will think confidence is his middle name, but he wasn’t that bold when lights turned off. He was shy, really soft-spoken, like a kid scared to talk loud in class. Some people even said he couldn’t look in someone eyes for long. It shocked me because how can someone dance in front of millions yet tremble in a small room? But that’s the truth of him. Music was like his armor, without it he just Michael. Vox clamantis in deserto, "a voice crying in the desert", that line makes me remember how he used songs to escape silence.
And then animals, he loved them in a way most don’t understand. The world remember Bubbles, the chimpanzee, but few know he had a zoo in his yard. Tigers, birds, snakes, even llamas, like a real storybook world. He trusted them because animals never lie or betray, at least that’s how he saw them. People always judged him, but animals just sat beside him.
Some call him strange but he had humor too, real playful one. I laughed reading how he’d hide behind doors and jump to scare his staff, or prank phone calls just to giggle. Childlike things filled him, like cartoons and balloons. Maybe that’s why kids enjoyed his company, because he never lost that small boy inside. He liked water balloon fights, candy shops, silly games, and people say he could laugh like forever at simple jokes.
Neverland, everybody heard about it but not many know why he built it. To most it was just a rich man’s fantasy park, but for him it was a broken dream made real. He never had a normal childhood. While other boys kicked ball or went to dances, Michael was rehearsing, recording, performing, no time for play. He wanted to fix that hole. Tempus fugit, "time runs so fast", he couldn’t catch his lost years but he tried to rebuild them with ferris wheels and merry-go-rounds.
And he gave, gave so much but people rarely talk about it. Hospitals, schools, charities, he donated millions quietly. Sometimes he would show up just to hold a sick child’s hand. No cameras needed, just him and the kids. Healing the world was more than lyrics in his mouth, it was real action. Even when people mocked him, he kept helping.
Another thing I never knew until later was he loved drawing. He could sketch faces, make paintings, use pencils and brushes. His art wasn’t loud like his music but it carried the same soul. Creatio ex nihilo, "creation out of nothing", that’s what he always did, from silence he pulled rhythm, from paper he drew life.
His voice still puzzles me. Some thought he was just pop, but the range he had stretched wide. He could cry in gospel tones, whisper soft like wind, then shout strong as rock star. That’s why his songs feel alive, because no single machine can fake that raw emotion. Every track sound different, full of moods, like he poured heart in each note.
Michael Jackson wasn’t only about fame, or the moonwalk dance that made him legend. He was chasing peace, trying to build joy in a world that watched every single step he made. Inside him lived laughter but also sadness, playfulness and pain all mixed. His art outlived the body, like a candle that melt but light stays. Memento vivere, remember to live, his story whisper this to all.
He is gone but somehow not. I still hear him on radios, in shops, at parties, his voice floats everywhere. The world still moves to his rhythm. Sometimes when I listen, I don’t just hear music, I feel a man talking softly, saying love more, dream bigger, heal each other. And that maybe the greatest secret of Michael Jackson, not the glove, not the moonwalk, but the message that we still carry.
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Thanks for bringing the past back to mind.