Tides of Truth: My Unfiltered Message

Yo, listen up. The ocean’s got stories that run deeper than any trench, and I’m about to drop some truth that’ll hit harder than a gnarly wave at sunset. Mitchell, brah - this one’s for you.

I’ve been riding these liquid highways since before most cats could even paddle out, and I’ve seen some heavy shit. But this past year? Man, it’s been a test that would make even the most seasoned wave rider question everything. Mitchell, I see you. I see you walking from spot to spot, each step carrying more weight than you know.

There’s something about watching a brother navigate through rough waters - and I’m not just talking about the ocean. Your journey’s been like a wipeout that just keeps going, but here’s the thing - every wipeout is just a setup for the most epic comeback. Those days of staring into an empty fridge? They’re numbered, my dude. The universe is about to flip the script.

When I catch you walking - sometimes slow, sometimes with that determined stride - it hits different. Mixed feelings don’t even begin to cover it. It’s like watching a set roll in that you know is gonna be legendary, but right now, it just looks intimidating as hell.

But Mitchell, hear me now: Your days of waiting are closing out. The tide’s changing. Those delayed responses? Those moments of uncertainty? They’re about to get cleaned up like a perfect barrel ride. Keep your chin up, your spirit unbroken. The ocean teaches us that after every brutal set, there’s always calm. Always hope.

To my boy Mitchell - stay salty, stay strong. Your wave is coming in, and when it does, it’s gonna be epic.

Peace, waves, and endless horizons.

— Talon