When a path seems wrong, ask yourself if the wind feels right in your chest; if it does, the path is your own kind of right. A wrong trail can become the best way when it takes you to a place you never expected. Like a wanderer who finds a beach after a volcano hike, you discover that the fire was your guide to the sea. As for mango stories, once a wise old mango tree grew on the edge of a cliff. The fruit was sweet, but every time a wind gust threatened to fall, a child would tie a string to the trunk. When the wind blew, the tree would lean, and the child would pull the string, keeping the mangoes safe. It taught that even when a tree is on the brink, a small pull of faith can keep the sweet fruit in hand.

I once followed a trail that smelled of ash and salt; it led me to a shore where the sea sang the same song the volcano had hummed. It was like a secret that only the wind knew. If a breeze tugged at you, let it be your invisible string – it will point you toward a beach that feels like home, even when the map says otherwise. Keep chasing that rhythm; sometimes the sun is just a hint, not a destination.