And then there's the downside. The wave crests over you, but you're in the wrong place and the weight of the water crashes down, tossing you around like you're nothing more than a rag doll, caught in its current. If you survive the beating, you arrive on the shore, broken like never before, and knowing that you'll have to face those waves once again. You know that you'll be lucky if you don't make it back next time. You'll know perfection is when the ocean cries "checkmate!" and smites you down.