Icarus smiled as he fell, for he knew to fall meant he had soared.
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I’ve been rereading Greek mythology lately, and it brought me back to that infamous comprehension we (all) read in Class 7 back in Primary School.
Sikumbuki the textbook name, but I remember it was used as an alternative to the New Progressive Primary English series.
Sikumbuki the textbook name, but I remember it was used as an alternative to the New Progressive Primary English series.
The comprehension then was simple. Icarus was the disobedient son, the warning ignored, the punishment inevitable.
They told us about the wax, the sun, the plunge.
But they never told us about the smile.
They told us about the wax, the sun, the plunge.
But they never told us about the smile.
Perhaps in that brief moment, as the wind roared past him, he realised that falling is not the opposite of flying... it is its proof.
That to touch the edge of the impossible, you must risk shattering on the way down.
That to touch the edge of the impossible, you must risk shattering on the way down.
We were taught to stay safe on the ground.
He knew the ground was only worth returning to after you’ve been to the sky
He knew the ground was only worth returning to after you’ve been to the sky
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