You find yourself there, on a rock in the middle of the water. The world has shrunk to this moment: the biting cold, the drops falling as if the sky itself were crying, and that helmet in front of you. There is no one else. Just you and that piece of metal that holds more than it seems.

Look closely. That helmet is not just an object. It's everything you used to protect yourself, to hide, to not feel. You wore it so many times that you even forgot what it was like to breathe without its weight. But now you look at it, you touch it, and for the first time you understand: you don't need it.

How long did it take you to reach this moment? You climbed your fears, navigated the currents, endured the cold. And now you're here, barefoot, vulnerable, facing head-on what once defined you. I ask you: What do you feel? Relief? Fear?

It is not easy to let go of what protected us. But you know that continuing to carry it would be more difficult. Because you were not born to hide behind a helmet. You were born to feel the wind on your face, the water on your skin, the weight of the world and the lightness of letting it go.

So, there you are, at the top of your rock, making the most important decision: Do you put it back on or do you let it go?