Between fear and addiction, everything begins with small waves and big courage.

That morning the beach was still quiet. With a pounding heart, they tried to stand on the board falling, laughing, then trying again. Wave after wave came, and each fall only made them braver. Until on one small wave, they rode a few seconds longer. Wind on the face, a wide smile, friends cheering. That’s when they realized: the fear wasn’t gone, but now it was joined by the thrill of wanting to keep trying. Because big courage is often born from small waves faced with a cheerful heart. 🌊