Skip to main content

Icarus...

I love the name Icarus and had Ari been born a week later than he was, I would have named him Icarus - and called him Ari as a nick name instead.

Icarus comes from Greek mythology. He was the son of Daedalus, a master craftsman, and the story goes that Daedalus built Icarus wings from feathers and wax, so he could escape the island of Crete. Before Icarus took off, his father warned him not to fly too close to the ocean lest his feathers became water logged, and not to fly too close to the sun lest the wax holding the feathers together should melt.

source


Icarus, of course, flew too close to the sun, his wings disintegrated and he fell into the sea and drowned.

So, you might be wondering why this is one of my favourite myths and why I would name my child after a fool.

Good questions. You see I don't see the story of Icarus as a tale of failure, but rather a tale of innovation and success, but a warning to understand your limitations and work with them; don't lose your head or you might lose everything!

Tonight the Grumpy Old Man and I watched The Wolf of Wall Street, on recommendation from my almost 15 year old son who had already downloaded it and loved it, but that's a totally different blog post about parental freak outs and how modern parenting can never be compared to what our parents had to work with, I digress...

The Wolf of Wall Street is basically the story of Icarus - complete with the Daedalus figure advising his son to be careful, and the son ignoring his father to his own demise.

The heady heights of success can be disorienting and sometimes people forget they are not invincible even if they are very successful very quickly - it always pays to mind the water and the sun...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

12 Things Happy People Do Differently - a self-reflection...

A few days ago a Facebook friend posted the above poster on her wall. I believe she got these points from this blog which she enjoys reading, and the bloggers on the Marc and Angel Hack Life blog derived their discussion of these points from this book, available on Amazon - you're welcome! I have to admit, I haven't read the blog or the book I've just mentioned but wanted my readers to have access to the sources of the poster for their own reflective purposes.
The New Year will be upon us in but a few days and I thought this a great opportunity to do a little personal assessment on how I'm playing the happy game. I'm often not very happy at all - I don't need to be happy all the time, let me just say that up front - I personally believe that life is a balancing act and those who seek euphoria often will also often feel desolation because in all things there must be balance. The great riches of the few on this planet come at the personal cost of the many as is …

The symbolism of elephants...

Just recently I've been seeing and noticing elephants everywhere!

A few weeks ago I saw the Samsung Elephant Ad, and watching that led me to watching a video with an elephant painting (seriously, you have to watch it to believe it!).

Then last night the boys told me they were having a free dress day at school to raise money for 'Mali the Elephant' - who turned out to be a paper maché statue which the children will paint and then show around the council before it comes back to the school to stand outside the performing arts room.

Then this morning I followed a link from Twitter to Toushka Lee's blog and read this post about an elephant orphanage in Sri Lanka.

This morning the Grumpy Old Man did another driving test and unfortunately didn't pass. We've booked his next test and are looking forward to that now. About ten minutes before he walked in the door I saw this poster on Facebook...


At the time, I didn't know if the Grumpy Old Man had been successful or …

Do you have low self-esteem?

I don't.

I used to think I did, but having met several people who really do have low self-esteem, I've now come to realise I actually have low confidence (and note I don't say low self-confidence, but more on that later), and that is a different breed of animal all together.

I was having a chat with a friend the other day about people who constantly put themselves down. If you are a participant in social media you might be aware of this kind of person. Everyone is smarter than them, prettier than them, more motivated, better organised, or has greater talent than them. It goes further, some of these people are not at all opposed to running themselves down to others with comments like, 'I'm so fat' (and not in a proud, fat acceptance way, but in a negative, self-loathing kind of way), or 'I'm stupid' or 'I'm ugly'.

Some people are just fishing for compliments, of course, but the ones who persist; the ones who simply cannot take a complimen…