philip seymour hoffman died today of an apparent drug overdose. he was famous, talented, well respected, and beloved. he was a man of substance, an attribute that is lacking in many of our celebrities in this era of internet fame. and yet that wasn't enough to keep hoffman away from needles. hoffman's fame could not defend him against whatever demons lurked inside that drove him to drugs. all the accolades and all the support of fans could not stop hoffman from making a dark decision that took him off this earth.
fame is not an end all solution to life. and some things are more important than being famous. for all the fans that will show their outpouring of love in the upcoming days/weeks/months/years, it will never be enough to bring him back. and i'm sure there's an inner circle, a circle of people who really knew and loved hoffman for who he was outside of just being a famous actor/director, whether it be family or friends, who would trade in all the fame and recognition just to have him back here with the rest of us.
fame won't make anyone invincible. it's important to have your shit together in life. it's important to seek out things like happiness and love. without the right frame of mind, we're all as susceptible to disaster whether we're famous or not. there's no shame in being unknown. the real shame is in not knowing the real joys in life. imagine not knowing love. that's shame. that's pain. that's a void that all the red carpets and needles in the world can't fill.
i don't know if it was a lack of love or anything else that specifically drove hoffman to drugs. i really shouldn't assume. but what i do know is that whatever it was, fame didn't stop it. fame wasn't enough. being famous is worthless if it can't stop you from destroying yourself.
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