“Life is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ...WOW what a ride!"
Here I am, runing full speed on nothing but water. My heavy boots waterlogged, my picnic basket clutched tightly in my hand, with no time to stop, no time to look back. And I feel alive!
Finally, I can let a true smile curl across my face and split my mouth open with bursting happiness. This long awaited journey, is one I have wanted, have dreamed of since I was very small, but for one reason or another, did not have the time or motivation to embark on it.
When I was a small boy, no more then three, maybe four years old, my mother came into Sunday School to take me home for the day. When she took my hand, my teacher asked "Do you know him?" My mother was shocked by her question. "Of course!" She said. "He's my son." "Oh." Said the teacher. "I thought your last name was Waite." "It is." My mother replied. "Well, he said his name was Paul, Paul Blue Pony and that he was lost."
So, even at this early age, I was an actor. Weaving wild stories and intricate characters, then socially testing them on ususpecting peers, teachers, and parents. I'm not sure why I was and still I am this way. Its not as though I am unhappy with myself or who I am. I just have this insatiable need to walk in another's shoes, even for a moment. See how they fit, if they make me taller, if I can run faster, if they cause me blisters. I can no longer live here in Boise and progress in my shoe fitting and story telling experience. I have to wander, to go where there's work and progress and more shoes for me to try on.
Right now, I'm Brandon Waite. But sometimes, I am Paul Blue Pony, and I truly am lost...
