Episode 3 — The Waterfall That Still Lives in My Head Rent-Free

Some memories fade. Some blur. And some cling to your brain like they signed a lease.

The waterfall was the third kind.

He stood there, spliff in hand, watching the water roar with the enthusiasm of someone who had never been told to calm down. The mist kissed his face. The sound filled his chest.

For a moment, he felt like the waterfall was cheering for him personally — approving his struggles, his victories, his questionable decisions.

The memory stayed. It refused to leave. It unpacked its bags and settled in his head rent-free.

Whenever life feels heavy, he closes his eyes and hears the waterfall say:

“You’re doing fine, bru. Keep flowing.”

And honestly, it helps.