Beautiful Views

Atop the rocky plateau of Madison Buffalo Jump State Park as I inched timidly to the jagged edge of a limestone cliff, this thought came to me; “Sometimes the most beautiful views are achieved at the most perilous positions.” No doubt this understanding can be analogous of life’s “beautiful views,” ergo any achievement hard fought for, the birth of a baby, inventing an effective and safe vaccine, winning an olympic medal, etcetera, etcetera.

I would love to hear your parallels. What are some “beautiful views” you have seen (experienced) from a position of peril?