As a child, I used to love the story of Icarus and his wax wings. You may know the one; the story of the young lad who uses wings made of wax and feathers and flies too close to the Sun?
As the legend goes, Icarus was the son of Daedalus, the designer of the Labyrinth that was built for King Minos of Crete. King Minos ended up imprisoning Daedalus in the Labyrinth, so Daedalus fashioned some wings out of feathers and wax for himself and his son, Icarus. Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too low and risk the sea’s dampness clogging his wings, or too high, which would cause the Sun’s heat to melt the wings.
As the father and son pair took flight, Icarus got excited at the ability to fly and went too high. The Sun’s heat melted the wax and his wings came apart, ultimately causing Icarus to fall into the sea to his death. Was it hubris? Or poor planning?
There’s nothing wrong with reaching far and soaring to new heights. One need only to be aware of what might be waiting for you if you overreach. ☯