I liked the self. I began admiring it and then obsessing on it. It was a natural process. As years rolled by, self had gained too much love and attention over everything else. I was called a narcissist. I couldn’t digest that kind of an accusation. So, I decided to shatter the self to change people’s perspective. I looked at the mirror that reflected the self and shattered it into pieces. As I looked down, every piece reflected the same self. I broke them down further but selves just kept on multiplying. I spent all my life trying to shatter the self completely but one day, I saw infinite selves scattered on the floor. I started fearing that people would gleefully harden their stand.