Icarus Lessons: Rising, Falling, and the Art of Flying in the Middle
The brave new world always thrives in the ashes of our lives.
No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue.
As we sang this lively song last night in the merry circle of twenty people, I found myself thinking, “How interesting that after every high, there’s always a low.” The higher we soar on the wings of emotion, the lower we tumble afterward.
The song went on…
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