Note to self.
This photo, aside from proving my childish self-graffiti tendencies and the wrinkly-ness of my hands, was prompted by several factors that have occurred over the past few days.
1. I was run/walking (entirely different story, but let me leave you with the advice that McDonalds chicken nuggets 20 minutes before running may not be the brightest idea you might ever have) with a good friend the other night and we saw a meteor, which he brainishly reminded me was a large shooting star. It was one of the most beautiful things I have witnessed. Earlier this year I saw my first shooting star. It paled in comparison to this, and left me questioning it’s presence. There was no mistaking this gorgeous burning hunk of space matter flying across the night sky. We both stopped dead in our tracks and watched it burn itself out in a matter of moments.
2. Anyone that has taken the time to notice is aware of my sincere respect and admiration of the author John Green. I have quoted him more than occasionally, and have written his lines across the skies of my life.
Today, I wanted to remind myself, and you, dear sweet traveler that has graciously taken the time to wander into my little domain and read my ramblings, that this star will not burn out. But that prompts the question: “what is this star?” Why this star is your spirit! Bought and paid for through the most wonderful gift of the atonement! Because of this, our stars may never burn out. We may fly beautifully, burning across the night sky with the knowledge that we will never disintegrate into black nothingness. We will burn forever. Now isn’t that the most loveliest thought you’ve heard in your entire life? It just gives me warm fuzzies.
