What an amazingly honest and heartfelt post.
Inspiring to hear of a writer questioning their
own ability, when those around them know
and feel the quality. Icarus in your mind did not
hang around long enough to lose you completely ..
not into the depths of the ocean.
Just perhaps wandering along the sands
of the shore for a few weeks.
Welcome back to blogosphere.
Keep entertaining us.
Greek mythology tells story of Icarus, son of the great Athenian craftsman Daedalus, who built the Labyrinth for King Minos of Crete. The story goes that Daedalus, imprisoned in his own creation by the King, fashioned two sets of wings from feathers and wax so that he and his son could escape. Before taking to the skies, Daedalus warned his son not fly too close to the sea, where dampness would clog his wings, nor too close to the sun, but to follow his path of flight.
But Icarus, overcome with the thrill of flying, ignored his father’s warning, soaring ever higher until the sun melted his wings, and he was left flapping his bare arms. Falling to the sea beneath him, Icarus drowned.
The story of Icarus is one of over-ambition. The Athenian’s failure to recognize the separation between his desire to soar closer to the sun, and his…
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