SOARING

Talking about failed ambition these days, it seems like I can feel it even more. 

Icarus is about a reality to me. With his determination to conquer the sky as a matter of escaping from Crete, along with his wings of feathers and wax, flying too close to the burning sun, and falling into the sea - drowned, I know I have that urge within me to go as high as he did.

I always dream high - flying like a bird without any wings, literally. Icarus might be hubristic, while I am sort of realistic.

Sometimes when I forget to tell myself that somehow my ambition just gets too high, it crashes me to the earth painfully. At first I thought nobody could live without their dreams, but then I realize that dream is what makes me alive as a human being - I just need it to be adjusted along with all of my abilities, chances and reality. I simply just can't set my hopes too high.

So far, I have been deliberately accepting all the consequences & the falls due to all of my failed ambitions. I have those days when I wake up in the morning and feel like I just have to reset my dreams. Sometimes making them much lower, or a little bit higher, or even change them at all. I guess that's what makes me alive: facing another day with personal courage and determination, toughness of character, and fearing nothing but being unable to fly my dream away - just high above me.

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