George Michael gave us anthems for dancing, crying, and believing in something better. But his death teaches us something quieter: the body keeps score. You can’t outrun a broken clock with charisma.
So next time you hear “Careless Whisper” at a coffee shop, don’t just tap your foot. Think about the man behind the sax, and then take a deep breath. Call your doctor. Skip that extra drink. Call a friend and tell them you love them. Your heart is a precious, messy instrument—treat it like you’ve got more songs to write.
