In Literature often times the daunting staircase is metaphorically representative of hopes, dreams, and the struggle to achieve. In life I often think that the beauty of the staircase gets overlooked. Physically stairs can be viewed as a tedious feat one has to overcome to get to the destination du jour or of the moment. The beauty of the staircase lays not only in the design but also in its form; its presence. Walking up certain staircases may illicit powerful emotions. Each staircase has a life, and energy of its own. Whether it be purposeful design, or just simply for utilitarian use, the way one feels at the beginning of the stepping journey changes by the time one reaches the top. Sometimes it is just as much about your vantage point as it is about the movement and flow of the banister with your rhythm. Many things have been known to change in what could be thought of as a simple walk up the stairs.
There is no mistaking the grandiose staircases of the Palaces during the 16th and 17th centuries; they were purposefully created to make you feel regal, whether you were going up, or coming down. The staircase is the backbone of the building/space. It can leave you feeling its strength, its weakness, its beauty, in awe of its past and your future.
Next time, opt for the staircase instead of the elevator, an inanimate object of design it may be, however if permitted it can even be the one to change the course of your life, bringing you to new heights not even you knew were possible.