The Storm Was Never Your Enemy

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Your mom says something you don't like, and immediately you respond in frustration.

Someone gives advice you didn't ask for, and anger rises.

A challenging text arrives, and your mind races to fear.

We think these reactions are inevitable, but what if they're just habits?

How different would your life be if you met every storm from a higher place?

I woke up one day to a text that sent me into a frenzy.

My mind raced through worst-case scenarios, fear gripping my chest.

But as I let it sit, I realized: this message had nothing to do with me.

It was someone else's storm that I'd let become mine.

For years, I'd been responding from lower emotional states without realizing I had a choice.

When friends shared problems, I'd rush to give advice they never asked for.

I wanted to be the mentor, the solver, because it made me feel important.

There was once a boy who lived by the sea.

As a child, he loved it—the crashing waves, the salt air, the wild freedom.

He would run barefoot along the shore, arms stretched like wings, laughing into the wind.

But one year, a storm came. A real one.

It tore apart his village, destroyed homes, swallowed memories.

He was never the same after that.

He still lived by the sea, but he didn't laugh anymore.

He feared its waves. He avoided the water. He stayed inland, safe, controlled.

Years passed.

One evening, now grown, he sat by the cliffs watching the tide roll in.

The sky was pink. The wind gentle.

He hadn't cried in years—but that evening, he did.

Not because he was scared or hurt.

But because he realized something:

He had blamed the ocean for the storm, but the ocean had also given him every beautiful memory he ever had.

He stood. Walked barefoot to the shore. Let the water touch his feet again.

That night, the boy didn't become fearless.

But he became free.

Sometimes we confuse protection with healing.

We build walls to avoid what hurt us.

But healing often looks like returning to the place you once feared—with gentleness instead of resistance.

Am I meeting life's storms from fear or from a higher place?

I've been studying the levels of consciousness, how each emotion we feel represents a different frequency.

Lower levels: shame, guilt, fear, anger, pride.

Higher levels: courage, acceptance, love, peace.

The revelation? We can choose which level to respond from.

When that scam text arrived, instead of staying in fear, I consciously shifted.

I felt gratitude for the chance to practice moving from fear to love.

I even projected positive energy to the person who sent it—who knows what storm they were in?

You can't control the waves, but you can control which part of yourself meets them.

Now when challenges come, I ask: How can I meet this from a higher place?

When friends share struggles, I mirror instead of megaphone.

When someone triggers me, I pause and choose my response level.

The flame inside us can panic into a wildfire or shrink to nothing.

But we can also tend it carefully, keeping it steady regardless of external storms.

The ocean that brings storms also brings every sunset, every peaceful morning, every joyful memory.

Stop blaming it for being what it is.

The storm was never your enemy—your fear of returning to the water was.