Icarus.
It's a story of a man who was given wings made out of feathers and wax. With these wings, he could fly. However, he was told not to fly near the sun or else, it will melt and he will fall. Icarus flew happily in the sky with the wings that he was given but then, he saw the sun. It was round, bright and just so beautiful. He wanted to see it closer and so, he flew towards it. Unfortunately, he flew too close to the sun and his wings melted. He fell, all because he wanted to touch the sun. Frankly, I don't know if I'm like Icarus. Am I dreaming the impossible dream? I'm not perfect but all I can do is my best. But is my best enough ? Am I going to close to the sun? Will my wings melt? Maybe, just like Icarus, I was never meant to touch the sun? However, I'm still gonna try to fly. Maybe, my wings will melt. Maybe, it won't. But even if I fall, I want to be proud for at least trying. If I do fall, I know I won't be too sad. After all, tha...