With wax fashioned as wings Icarus flew towards the sun but is only remembered for the fall.
Why are we so focused on our shortcomings and forsake the passion and drive and light that we emit in times of success and near triumph?
Celebrate that your heart once did sing and your smiles came simply.
That your cheeks were sore and your abs were too.
That you were warm and you were generous and you were welcoming.
That you weren’t as cold as the winter that spurned you.
That your best only gave way to make space for something better.