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When I moved out of my parents' house, I was so excited. It took me about three weeks to finally find out how scared I was, living not only on my own, but differently than what I had before. I pictured Icarus, flying out of a labyrinth, and eventually falling to the ground. Icarus had no patience...he tried simply flying out of the labyrinth, right? I am called Icarus, but I am just a kid....I'm the Kid Icarus...but when I grow, Icarus's acts will forever gleam in the back of my brain. I am in a labyrinth. I just have some hope that I can lead myself out of it, and live beauty, not just see it in an instant before death. I pray that I will find my way, though. I have the rest of my life, and I think I'm going to start right now.
Please, don't be depressed. Life is too short, at least for me. I want to be able to accept death at the end of my life as well as I do the trees and cliffs around me. Maybe you are in a labyrinth...don't give up hope.
