The wind doesn't ask you if you're ready before it tears through the trees. You just learn to bend. The deepest roots grow not in fertile soil, but where they must fight for every drop. Scars are just maps of where you've already won. It's not about never breaking. It's about the sap rising again in the spring, knitting the pieces back together, stronger at the fracture. The tree doesn't remember the storm, it just grows.