Discovering Yourself

In a fit of rage, he struck out at the smirking figure standing in the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of razor-sharp pieces that fell to the ground. A dull ache radiated up from his hand, looking down, he saw that the old, wrinkled flesh once again covered his bones. Across his knuckles was a large gash that oozed blood and exposed his moving tendons. Taking a handkerchief out of the pocket of his robe, he wrapped it around his hand and continued on, his footsteps grinding the broken glass into the plush maroon carpet that lined the hall.