He climbed to the top, only to find the pinnacle to be a cold and heartless place.
A 1.1 million dollar home overlooking Lake Washington could not shelter this troubled man. Success could not light a single room in his darkened heart. And so, with life’s most displaced courage, he pulled the trigger and took his own life with the severe violence of a shotgun blast. He was just 27-years-old. His records sold copies in the millions. He defined his own genre of disaffected music to a generation we called X. He wrote songs like, “I Hate Myself and I Want to Die;” a chilling self-prophesy.
Curt Cobain added his name to the long list of suicidal superstars who had everything but a reason to live. An interviewer, probing the dark nature of Cobain’s lyrics, asked what Curt considered to be the greatest tragedy of his life. His response was chilling. He answered, “The divorce of my parents when I was eight-years-old.” The horrors of heroin addiction took a back seat to childhood trauma; a trauma lived out day-by-day in America.
Terrorism has indeed come to America. Its victim is the family. Its assault is relentless. Its arch weapon is divorce.
Reposted with permission from onehope.net.