for the last few years i’ve been hunting. searching for, my Waldo. we all have one . some Waldo’s are a person, a dream, a wish or an object. anything. my Waldo has eluded me for too long. so long i’ve begun to wonder what my Waldo really is. have i been looking for the wrong Waldo? is my Waldo disguised as something else. a superficial Waldo hiding the real one beneath it.
there have been moments. moments when i have been close to my Waldo. so close that i’ve felt the weight of my hunt lift from my shoulders. but i can’t really stop looking. searching. the way i feel about my Waldo. it’s like it has become part of me, this need this desire to find him. i’ve been cursed by my Waldo to think that my life is incomplete without him. that somehow i will not be whole until i find him. but then… i found him.
i had searched high and low. in countries not yet found. in places not yet discovered.
then one day i was fixing my hair and i thought i saw a shadow. i turned around, but no one was there. later that day i was fixing my rear view mirror and i thought i saw a hat. i checked my back seat, but it was empty. that evening i was washing some dishes and in the bubbles…i saw him. staring back at me. i reached out to grab him and he was gone. brushing my teeth getting ready for bed and he was there. Waldo was standing across from me. he was wearing my pajamas. he had a ponytail just like mine. he was brushing his teeth too.
i searched for Waldo for so long. trying to think like him. feel like him. I had become my Waldo.
I had become my fears, my doubts, my desires and my dreams.
i found Waldo when i found myself.
i lose my Waldo now and again.
i’ve lost him and i can’t find him.
Waldo, if you’re out there? come home. i don’t know what to do without you.