I like to think of the night sky as a metaphor for people. We tend to look at things that have infinitely more “depth” than we can imagine and only see the brightest points of their personality, failing to admire the nuance of the stars that, from our solar system, may seem less bright, but are the radiant suns in other corners of the universe. We should never let someone’s limited perspective define us. We all have more to us than initially meets the eye.
With friends and siblings and mountains like these, who on earth actually needs a degree?
In other news, I have learned that when someone yells “Be Spontaneous!”, acting like Waldo apparently “doesn’t count” 🤷🏼♂️ (See 4th photo)
I can only imagine what it must've been like to walk under the stars back when light pollution was limited to campfires and candles. Seeing the night sky unfolding to infinity above you, like a bottomless flower that only blooms once the sun has set; I wonder if we've lost sight of the truly beautiful things all around us.
What do you do when you find machetes lying around a cabin? Have a dance off of course with a “lip-sync” battle as round two. I think we all know who won 😁
Three Larson’s. 1 Piano. And a lot of weasels popping along to Bach. Forgive my improvisation but we were kinda making it up on the spot 🤷♂️ .
So glad my family waited for me for two years. And then took me on adventures with moose, SUPs and even a solar eclipse. They are the best. Y gracias a mi familia Peruana quiénes me aguantaron por dos años. Les quiero muchísimo.
Props to Utah for trying to make me feel bad about leaving for two years.
Hello Provo, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again - Sung from the top of Y mountain #PerksOfUtah
Building and launching rockets in summer school with Mr. Fixman and being the only middle schoolers allowed to play with gunpowder #tbt