My scenario and introduction

A young man is born into a very intersting world of colors, shapes, and personalities. A small town encompasses his adolescence and through much adversity he comes into his teenage years. Standing on the stage singing, acting, and auditioning he has found an escape. "Finally something to take me out of my typical realm," he says. As he explores this he decides he wants to continue down this path seriously. His fantasies abound and suddenly it has become a world all to himself, a world he is unable to truly cope with because his need for bigger and better for succeeds anything else. He loves, plays, cries, laughs, and dreams hard without thinking. Somehow he has managed to maintain this. He leaves this world to begin in a new place...a new place of learning...a place known to teach you everything. He falls under the spell of different methods, different ways of life, and very soon has stops loving, playing, crying, and laughing hard. Dreaming hard is something he will never lose. Opportunities abound for him to love, play, cry, and laugh but as he gets older he ignores them...slowly walking away to something else. He finds small glimpses of these things he once loved and simply views them as that, entities of the past that can truly never last. When he feels he loves hard his heart feels broken because he can no longer be honest with himself. He hates this yet he remains in this place of comfort and of security. He moves on to another phase in this place of security only to hide more. Finally after several years and months he decides to jump, he decides to jump fast and hard and realizes that he misses loving, playing, crying, and laughing hard. He prepares to leave running frantically leaving a few things on the ground as he runs to the airport...a sweater here, a cd here, a box here, and a glove there. As he checks his baggage he is 20 lbs overweight. He is asked to remove things and carry them onto the plane in his carryone (which is already way too full). Slowly his arms become more full of books, shoes, and more books. He becomes happy when the luggage is finally accepted and he runs to the plane. Excited he begins to board only to realize his arms are way too full for him to get into the door. He makes the quick decision to leave everything in a warm seat in the terminal in hopes that he will simply forget about it and it won't matter once he's gone. As he finds his seat and the plane is about to take off he begins to realize he left several important documents in the terminal, and that way too many things he needed were left out. He ponders for a while and realizes that he must get off the plane, go back to home base, and start over. In the midst of forgetting to love, play, cry, and laugh hard he also forgot to think of himself and to take time to sort through everything that he would only need to take with him, not this excess baggage. Now he is alone trying his hardest to be that boy on the stage again...loving hard, laughing hard, playing hard, crying hard, dreaming hard, and being the best he can be. This is my story in so many ways. This is my blog...my thoughts are random...as I begin to find myself and see myself clearly I am reminded that one of my strongest suits is writing...things I say may be weird, off the wall, random, or completely sensible. Deal with it...