The story
of Icarus always bothered me. The short version is that Icarus always dreamed
of flight so his father made the wings for the two of them and they were able
to achieve flight. Icarus’ downfall was that the wings were made of wax and he
was warned about flying too close to the sun for the wings would melt. Icarus
flew too high, his wings melted and he fell to his death. The message is
probably something along the lines of “Obey your father” or “Don’t fly to high
or risk falling hard”. The first one I agree with and while flying high has
risks of falling, personally, to not try at all is the only true failure.
I have
flown too high, I have taken more than one pair of wings from my father, I have
fallen and sometimes it seemed I would die. Unlike Icarus’ father, mine has
been able to catch me. I have scars, bruises and bad memories from the various
falls I have had through my life, but I have been saved before my life was
ruined completely. I feel grateful because many people do not have this kind of
support. There are many who are better off than I am, but there are many who
are worse off as well, so I am grateful for everything I have.
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