Every kid who ever stepped onto a sandlot field looked out past second base
and measured it:
how far to the fence.
You dreamed of hitting it over — not for glory, but for that soaring moment of triumph, the moment when possibility became real.
Stoicism
There’s nothing wrong with dreaming of the fence.
But your soul is built not on home runs,
but on the thousan…
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