Unworldly

It happened one day when a boy flew high into the sky. He was tied by wings, wings made of wax, made to carry him high and higher. All you could hear was a clap as a body, heavy as stone, shattered on the water and sank. “Did you see that?” “Oh God, what a shame, he was such a charismat.” “That's what you get when you sing with devils.” The people were shocked and amused at the same time. He'd been told that his wings weren't good for flying. But the stubborn boy just didn't want to hear, and so it happened that his individual parts now disturb the fish. What an unworldly bachelor, what a strange figure. He had believed a lot, but not what was in his nature. Tall and athletic, young and sturdy and handsome. Oh, what could have become of him if he hadn't had such absurd ideas. He could have been an athlete, maybe an Olympian. Instead, he decided to fly across the pond. “You can never do that, you wretch. This wax doesn't hold any weight. Take this machine here, then no dolphins will eat you. ”But the boy didn't want to listen to the small minds and niche stools. He wanted to go up and up, stupid boy. So they went to the village square, just about noon, to watch the boy. Enthusiasm and adrenaline could be seen as the boy prepared to leave. If he can do that, so can I. But what a shame, he didn't make it, as expected. How did he get the idea? Well, then back to the well-known life.

Now you have heard what is true for you, but what really happened, only we know.

Because you, my dear Icarus, have enjoyed your soaring flight, have seen the sun shine like no one before you has ever done. But your courage was not yet known in this world, so your wings melted under the heat of the battle of words. They got heavy and you with them. Your screams echoed to Vallhall where all the brave figures sat. But their companions also turned to lead and took them with them into a world far away from ours, a riddle even. So I know very well that you, my dear, are not one of theirs, but one thing is sure to connect you. Just as bumblebees don't know that they weren't actually born to fly, you don't know either that you can't do everything. Oh, Icarus, what have you done, your life was just beginning. But how well can I understand what you've seen in the world so gray and rigid. So now raise your glasses, you unworldly dreamers and dreamed up to heaven, where my Icarus is now flying towards the sun and let me hear a toast. Cheers to all the brave who are not afraid of life and ask what nobody else dares to ask. Hussa to those who are still truly alive and do not perish in the stream of like-minded people. My dear Icarus so fly high and higher until only the mesosphere is your limit and think of me and all the deeds that we could have done together, if I had been just a little bit like you.

But I wasn't and am not like you, and now I'm sitting at our bar. A bottle of cool water in front of me, because my senses are numb enough.