On some days I feel like one of those gargoyles on top of Notre Dame Cathedral — stiff, stuck, worn out, battered by the elements, feeling as surly as my countenance that’s been set in stone, maybe even a tad bit scary.
But when I unconsciously move my gaze away from my problems and stare into the distance, I begin to realise that I am surrounded by so much beauty.
And suddenly, I don’t feel like a gargoyle anymore. I just find myself on top of the world.
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