“Be quiet. Don’t err,” it told me, “soon you will discover how flawed you are.” But flaws are the fruit of effort, the flawless is born from a flawed storm, it’s inevitable. There’s no shame if you try, expand the horizon! Don’t settle. Unsettle. Redefine your breath. After each struggle, settle after an effort, not a result. Eagerly persist to further a legacy that pursues messages in bottles lost at the bottom of the creative sea. Let the unraveling of a thousand storms speak, fear not, wait. Don't lower your head, go slower if necesary. Potentiality is ahead, hidden under the sand a message emboldened by each storm endured.