The fact that you came from somewhere matters.
That somewhere is a place: you were born in a particular location, you have ties there in your roots, to the reason that that is the place where you first drew breath.
That somewhere is a place: you grew up in a particular location, or a chain of particular locations, you have ties there in your roots, and different places have left their mark and shaped who you are.
That somewhere may be a place: the place you form connection with, the place you live or wish to live, the place where things fit you and the world is the right shape.
That somewhere may be a place: a place your ancestors lived, its ways shaped and carved into your family line in ways that may be invisible, in ways that you may not even consciously know.
That somewhere may be people: the ones who brought you into the world, or the ones who raised you, or the ones who have influenced you, all of these people are part of who you have become, for better or for worse.
That somewhere may be events: scars left upon you, or upon your parents and other elders, or their parents and elders, that shape your world, that can be passed on, that cry out for healing.
That somewhere may be choices: that you made, that others made that bent you, that define your world.
All of these are part of where you come from, and how you formed the shape of who you are. The wonderful and terrible, both.
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