The world is a storm that never stops blowing. It will pull at your coat, scream in your ears, and try to convince you that you’re drifting. But you aren't the wind, and you aren't the waves. You are the heavy iron anchor sitting in the deep, quiet dark of the seabed. Let the surface churn. Let the white foam fly. Your tether is made of your own choices, and it’s stronger than any gale.

Now take a second and breathe.