And I don’t care what you think.

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Love this song way too much.

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YES, please!!!!!!

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COLDPLAY TICKETS!!!!!!!!! #coldplay #summer2012 (Taken with instagram)

I know Formula One, my dad watches, I have a favorite driver and occasionally I tune in. I was three when Ayrton Senna passed away. Prior to watching Senna I had no previous knowledge about his time in F1, his career, his life or his death.

Being a NASCAR fan I know what it is like to lose an icon of your sport, an idol, a hero, a role model. I watched races thinking one day I would get to see him win a race in person, maybe even meet him, and then it changed, all in a single instant. It’s something I would never wish on a fan base, but fan base isn’t the right term, it’s something that more resembles a family of people who, race in and race out cheer on someone that they see in themselves, someone they can relate to and his success means their success.

It is hard to explain that kind of loss, it’s not as if an aunt or uncle, someone you know personally has died; therefore it seems odd to have such an outpouring of grief. You feel as though you have no right to be so affected, but none the less, as the years go by, and the anniversaries pass, it brings you back to a day in February of 2001 that you will never forget. A day that you wish you could change, but the footage always stays the same, you always lose your hero. 

Watching Senna, which is without a doubt one of the best documentaries I have ever seen and by far one of my favorite films of the year, has brought all of these memories back. Seeing how affected the family of Senna fans where at his passing helped me to realize that it is alright to be deeply moved by a person, a hero and icon that I never even had the chance to meet. I have always had trouble with how to deal with the loss of a hero, and seeing so many others dealing with a similar tragedy helped me to understand that while I never had the fortune to meet my hero, it’s alright to feel a loss, to be brought to tears every February 18th and to be truly and honestly influenced by his life and death.

While Senna is a brilliant film, for me it is more than that. It is more than a critically acclaimed documentary about an amazingly gifted Formula One driver who was taken too soon. To me it is a story of a person that helped so many, a hero, an icon of a sport and of his home country Brazil. To me Senna is a film that shows the incredible influence one person can have on not only his profession and passion, but also on the people around him. Especially the influence on the people he never met, the people who simply saw themselves in him and race in and race out they cheered. The influence Senna had over his family of fans is overwhelming, each and every person who saw him as a hero and leader lost him that day in 1994, much like I lost a hero in 2001. I see myself in the enormous crowd of mourning fans because like all of them, I lost an icon of my favorite sport, an idol, a hero and a role model.

Ringing in the New Year with a great book :) (Taken with instagram)

What more could a girl want?? :D (Taken with instagram)

When you’re waiting for the snow to fall, it doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all. -Christmas Lights by Coldplay (Taken with instagram)