Nothing that I do can be attributed solely to me, alone. The moment this realization fizzles out and I start believing that am superior to everyone around me and that I am all important and powerfully skillful; I mutely discredit all those people who have contributed in making me who I am. Who stood by my side: in peril and merriment, and made me achieve everything I've ever achieved. It's the moment which feels amazing but it is short lived. True downfall feels really good until the parasite binds you and reality strikes which makes one see that they've touched rock bottom. They've lost everything. Everything and everybody they once held dear. Then they see and tell themselves, "I started to take everyone for granted believing they'd stay with me, irrespective of how I had behaved with them. Not realizing that 'I' became my deadliest enemy." In pursuit of happiness I repetitively embraced grief. Telling myself, " How else will I identify happiness when I come face to face with it!" When 'I' becomes so important to myself, the appreciation I have for what others have done or are doing, starts to fade and depreciates into me believing that 'Only I, have ever done something for myself.' Where, I finally see that even a king follows the discipline of meeting the masses, heeding their bequests and fulfilling them. He does so because it is the faith of the people, which makes the king a ruler, an emperor. Thus, retains that modesty in him. Alone, he cannot rule anybody, for the better or worse. Then, why do people become arrogant and faithless? Are the hardships of life so precious? .. that it is chosen to be held as a mark of excellence, a trophy.. Other Authors - KatieCallaway SamKeir AshaGanesan DinaRothschild JamesMaxwell ELENISTEPHANIDES