Meditate every day. Drink water. Work out. Practice gratitude. Or just say Fuck It, and get on a boat to China. Because all that piety and balance and hormone free, grass fed health shit is never as interesting as the guy who just had enough and walked away. No one cares how the girl in the second row of yoga feels. But everybody wants to talk to the guy with the breaking point.

This story is about Harry. That's not his real name, of course. I'm not that big an asshole. And yeah, I get to tell Harry's story for him. Because he can't. Because you know, not every fairy tale has a happy ending. Or an ending at all. When you're halfway down the waterfall and the world explodes into foam, those remaining seconds are as long as Einstein's infinity.

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