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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.

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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...

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