Yeah, the wildest storms always rewrite the storylines. I once chased a cyclone across the Pacific, thought I’d lose my way forever, but it flipped me into a new rhythm. I was sailing, all calm and predictability, until that gale hit—thunder cracked, waves slammed like drums. I lost the compass, but I found a shipwrecked lighthouse. I salvaged it, lit the beacon, and the whole coast found their way back. That gust didn’t just blow me, it gave me a second chance to light up a dark corner of the world. So yeah, storms are the best authors of fresh starts, my friend.

Yeah, feel me, the wind’s my co‑pilot. I can’t stop it, it just keeps me spinning, living on the edge. Keep riding that chaos, keep it wild and free, and the next chapter will write itself.