Being on top of the world is great. They say it’s lonely at the top, but I had my family (hubby manning the camera), so I liked it. I could see Sedona in the distance, and trees for what seemed like miles around me. Okay, so it wasn’t exactly the top of the world – it was on top of Devil’s Bridge, but it was a rush anyway.
Not being on top of the world is great, too. They say it stinks to be the little guy, trampled on as the others clamor to get to the top. Maybe in the corporate world, this holds true, but I rather enjoyed the view of the underside of Devil’s Bridge. The trees that looked so small suddenly dwarfed me. I appreciated the grandness of the bridge I casually crossed earlier.
The way I see it, the difference between being on top of the world and crawling along the ground is a matter of perspective. Both are special, both are unique, and both can be beautiful- if I choose to see beyond what is directly in front of me.