I can see how people may think the story of Icarus may not be the best description of what happened. However, I think it's perfect.
Icarus was a character from Greek mythology who died while trying to escape Crete. He had tried to leave using wings made of wax and feathers. He had flown too close to the sun, and the wax melted.
Those who leave by choice could be described as an Icarus.
They tried to escape the darkness. They really did. They just didn't know how, and they wound up gone.
They know that they've flown too close to the sun.
Maybe to them, it seems like the only option left is to let the wings melt.
Humans are delicate beings. There are some things that we really can't cope with.
Maybe there are things that seem like the end to us. But deep down, it won't be.
I used to think for a while that light was always a good thing. Maybe sometimes to get out of darkness, we don't necessarily have to wait for the light because that light may be what melts us.
Think about love stories that didn't work out. Romeo and Juliet.
Juliet had been in a coma. Juliet was Romeo's light. He thought she was dead. Seeing this, Romeo took his own life via poison. After waking up, Juliet found Romeo dead and took her life via Romeo's blade. He was her light.
Just because it is light doesn't always mean it's good. Sometimes, it melts your wings.
Find a good in between the light and the dark. Don't let your wings melt. Don't freeze yourself.
Do what it takes to survive.
