Point of View
Everyone has their own point of view. The way they see things and the things they see.
Today a friend posted a photo of the morning in Central Park in Manhattan, so I thought I'd post the morning view from my new home.
Both magnificent. Both awe-inspiring. And both, in a way, humbling. Whether they're God-made mountains or man-made buildings, the view of "the bigger world" makes you somehow feel insignificant.
Yet part of life is figuring out where and how we can feel more significant. More than, (to paraphras a favorite movie, Contact), "some microbe on an anthill in Africa." Our point of view may be narrow. Or impact doesn't have to be.