When Wikipedia dedicates an entire page to selfie-related injuries and deaths, you know we have a cultural phenomenon—or even an epidemic—on our hands. Lola Akinmade Åkerström explores the dangers of abandoning our instincts in search of instant gratification.

By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late.

On a short and rather packed trip to the Faroe Islands, I was running late for a dinner with local hosts. My stressful schedule meant shaving at least 45 minutes off the time I’d planned on exploring the village of Gásadalur and its iconic Múlafossur waterfall, which plunges into the raging North Atlantic against a pre-historic looking backdrop.

Rushing from my rental car in haste, I forgot to change into hiking boots, and dashed off in the direction of the booming sound of the falls, my camera slung diagonally across my chest.

Trying to find the perfect composition with a singular goal in mind, I kept moving closer to the edge until I slipped and fell, heading towards almost guaranteed sudden death. This would have meant plummeting into the freezing ocean below. Quickly catching my fall before I slid any further, I was brutally jolted back to where I was.