That being the case, I saw a photograph today...
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We both come from the same place, you and I. We ran as fast as we could, with our heads down and our minds set for anywhere, because anywhere still would have been away from where we were. And that was just as good. Our legs burned and bled but we ran all the same. We ran so fast that we didn't bother looking up. I didn't bother looking up, and the way you smiled when we got to where we are said that you hadn't even glanced up once. I was very proud of you.
I saw a photograph today. It was of a girl we both know. She was standing on a cliff that hung over the edge of a world we've never seen. She was smiling because she had run just as hard; just as fast, I think. She had gotten to where she was going and, now, she's standing right where she wants to be.
We both come from the same place, you and I. We both ran, and we both got out alive. We may never see the world beyond our running shoes because the soles are tired and worn, and they won't take us much farther. But we have a cliff, and a world we know. We made it safely back home, you and I.