A Memory That Lives Rent-Free in My Head

Some memories refuse to fade.

They show up uninvited. Random. Vivid. Slightly embarrassing.

They don’t need context. They don’t need relevance. They just exist — proof that our brains are chaotic archives.

That memory lives in my head for a reason. Maybe it shaped me. Maybe it humbled me. Maybe it just makes me laugh.

Either way, it’s staying.

Tomorrow’s prompt: The lie I was taught about success.