It hits.

Internal strength comes from your inner turmoil.

The crashing of the tumultuous waves leaves you stricken, shivering, and exhausted.

You look up at the next wave, waiting for the wash of pain.

It hits.

As it flows past you, you notice a flicker of resistance.

You slowly stand up, back straightening for the next wave.

It hits.

It flows past you again, but this time, you feel a tiny flame has been lit.

It hits.

It scrapes your soul, but from somewhere within, the fire roars.

You lean in, and it hits.

The fire roars back hot and determined.

Like an ancient lighthouse, you have found your guide.

You have found your strength.

It hits, but you’re ready this time.