We live in a lovely spot on the side of a forested hill. I cannot see the horizon from my house, much, because millions of lovely trees block the view.
However, in the winter when the leaves have dropped, the view changes drastically.
As with the cycles of the seasons, so with the cycles of life. As I age, I can see things I never dreamed were there.
As my peers age, they see more, too.
You could say we can see the forest, for the trees.
They say wisdom comes with age. I hope it. But trust me, I’ve seen the horizon, and it’s really out there.
Wait for it.
Hope for it.
Look for it.