I looked out the window on that plane, and there it was. A skinny long line of zigzags and roughed up earth well below me.
Turns out, as we got off the plane and proceeded to drive on the roads right into it, the skinny long line of zigzags and roughed up earth was the Rocky Mountains.
Down below, it was huge. Mountains were all you could see for miles and miles.
From above, they were nothing but small bumps on the ground.
Perspective matters. And the perspective we take when we approach our day to day matter too.