The Gerpa
There is a point when you are a child. There is a point, riding down a steep hill on your bicycle you received from your parents as a birthday gift, when life feels fast and thrilling. There is a point when, during the fringe of winter, while waiting for the school bus, you notice your breath expanding out against the crisp morning air. There is a point when you are playing the hardest you’ve ever played. There is a point in your life when you feel unbreakable. You feel complete. You feel unstoppable, like no matter how many times you blow on that candle, it will never go out. This is your kingdom. There is no work, there is no hunger, there is no worry. You are the furthest borders of your own territory. The critics will call you Peter Pan, but you know better. The unknown is not yet scary: it is mountain. It is Earth. It is sky. The uncertainty is so big and so beyond that it presents no real threat. You are the lord of this realm, and it bends to your will. At some point during your adventures, sopping with sweat and triumph, you’ll pat your back pocket. You’ll smile, thank your Gerpa, and return to slaying dragons atop your mighty steed. Introducing The Gerpa: literally live forever.
There is a point when you are a child. There is a point, riding down a steep hill on your bicycle you received from your parents as a birthday gift, when life feels fast and thrilling. There is a point when, during the fringe of winter, while waiting for the school bus, you notice your breath expanding out against the crisp morning air. There is a point when you are playing the hardest you’ve ever played. There is a point in your life when you feel unbreakable. You feel complete. You feel unstoppable, like no matter how many times you blow on that candle, it will never go out. This is your kingdom. There is no work, there is no hunger, there is no worry. You are the furthest borders of your own territory. The critics will call you Peter Pan, but you know better. The unknown is not yet scary: it is mountain. It is Earth. It is sky. The uncertainty is so big and so beyond that it presents no real threat. You are the lord of this realm, and it bends to your will. At some point during your adventures, sopping with sweat and triumph, you’ll pat your back pocket. You’ll smile, thank your Gerpa, and return to slaying dragons atop your mighty steed. Introducing The Gerpa: literally live forever.
There is a point when you are a child. There is a point, riding down a steep hill on your bicycle you received from your parents as a birthday gift, when life feels fast and thrilling. There is a point when, during the fringe of winter, while waiting for the school bus, you notice your breath expanding out against the crisp morning air. There is a point when you are playing the hardest you’ve ever played. There is a point in your life when you feel unbreakable. You feel complete. You feel unstoppable, like no matter how many times you blow on that candle, it will never go out. This is your kingdom. There is no work, there is no hunger, there is no worry. You are the furthest borders of your own territory. The critics will call you Peter Pan, but you know better. The unknown is not yet scary: it is mountain. It is Earth. It is sky. The uncertainty is so big and so beyond that it presents no real threat. You are the lord of this realm, and it bends to your will. At some point during your adventures, sopping with sweat and triumph, you’ll pat your back pocket. You’ll smile, thank your Gerpa, and return to slaying dragons atop your mighty steed. Introducing The Gerpa: literally live forever.