brandon: the blog

now I know there was a movie that kind of did this but I dont care because robin williams is lame.

what if peter pan lived as a boy who never grew up for an awful long time then left and eventually grew up. think of pan in college, pan having to deal with grades, teachers, parents, pressure, and just everything that comes with being an upstanding, american citizen. just think of who peter pan is, everything he is- happy, lucky, easy, free, content. Now drop him in the rat race. Think of how he’d turn out. after knowing what pure happiness is and what it can be and then having to deal with people for so long. I think he’d eventually just lose it, I probably would. He wouldn’t know what its like to deal with temptations, to deal with angry people, to manage his time, to work himself silly and end up not being able to afford what he needs. We dont think the world is THAT crazy because we dont know what neverland is like.. not really anyways.
The more I think of peter pan having to grow up in our world and having to experience how terrible it is, the more it reminds me of someone else.

seriously I didnt even think of this until after I started typing about this but jesus christ dealt with the same thing. if neverland is pure happiness what the heck is heaven? SUPERpure happiness? unmeasureable gladness? thats where jesus could’ve stayed and took naps and ate all the chocolate he wanted to. instead he had to be dropped into the rat race. now, he wouldn’t deal with the same EXACT things peter would deal with but he sure dealt with a lot. the same tempatations- because human nature has the same temptations even way back then, just different accesibility options. he dealt with people ALL the time. angry people, stupid people, people who wanted him dead, people who needed his help, and people who considered him a liar and a thief. the different between pan and jesus is jesus had a mission. jesus didn’t lose it because he had a mission in his life on earth. peter would just have been trying to get by.

I dont really know where Im going with this- I guess to do anything in life, you need a mission. or if you’re going to get through the world without messing yourself up too bad.

I thank god things happened how they did. jesus got beaten up really bad and then nailed to wood and left there to bleed for like a day. then wrapped up and thrown in a tomb. remember, he could’ve sat in heaven giggling with his dad and swinging everyday. reeses’ puffs for breakfast and ice cream for dinner. “yippee” he’d say. but there he was and here he is on our ugly world dying for us and helping us walk around. instead of feeling sorry for him I really just thank God for having it happen and giving me the understanding (at least a little) to understand what happened and take it into my heart and make jesus a nice little home in there.

I made the bed and hooked up his sattelite and everything.

its kind of like life is one big stair case. or maybe a bunch of staircases. everyone, for the most part, starts somewhere close to eachother. except for the few on extreme sides of the spectrum but EVERYONE, no matter where they are, is born with the same thinking and/or thoughts. its what happens in their life that changes which steps they take and on which staircases. Im not debating pre-destination, Im just talking about the physical aspect of how people’s lives turn out.

Imagine millions and billions of people, slowly getting older, running around up and down stairs. you’re walking along on one of the flatground sidewalks and to the left and right of you are old people who decided to stop where you are at your age because thats where they liked it. so they decided to just sit on the side and rest. say someone really liked doing drugs and even after high school, it was all they wanted to do. they’d have a squat with the friends in that time period or that place in the whole staircase world.
you walk past those people. but then you watch people make last minute drastic decisions like killing someone. when they do something like that, they climb over the railing of the staircase they’re on and hop over to the next few levels down. then look around and make another decision. which way?
but then theres people who had ambitions and big dreams. they put on a suit and tie and ran down the sidewalk past everyone who got in their way because they had their eye on the tallest staircase there was. so you walk at a nice steady comfortable pace, people shoving you, people hurting you, people landing on your sidewalk from above, people hopping over the edge, and talking, yelling, whispering, and crying in the distance all around you. You make friends, then they jump over the rail, or they see a staircase ahead so they run for it and its gone by the time you get there, or they like where they are and sit down. either way, the gist is you make friends, then lose them.

different ages and different conditions everywhere. automatically, people on the higher staircases start hating the lower staircases and people on the lower staircases start hating the higher ones. no matter where you are, you have your own frustrations, not the same as others, but equally tough.
In the midst of all this, your tiny body that is invisible to someone miles and miles of staircases away, up down and all over every degree or angle, is puttering away trying to figure out what you’ll do next. you are tempted often to sit, and tempted often to find a dishonest way to change where you are.

Im not exactly sure where Im going with this so I’ll keep pondering and keep you posted, I suppose.