I read somewhere that people often forget the full story of the Greek myth of Icarus. For those of you who don’t know, Icarus was the son of an inventor. One day, he asked his father to help him fly, so his father crafted him a pair of wings. His father warned Icarus that if he flew too high, the sun would melt the glue that held the wings together. Most people don’t know that if he flew too low, the spray from the sea would soak his wings, making them unable to fly as well.
Most people don’t realize, that when you are given the gift to do something, you have to be willing to fly above the sea, but below the sun, the perfect balance in between, otherwise, you will fall, and keep slugging through water until you take time to dry off and try again.