Icarus

I've been reading a lot about bad spaceship names because of the movie Prometheus.

Got me thinking "Icarus"

Which led to this:

I passed a store on my way home, I saw a butterfly flailing against the fluorescent lights above the doorway. No one else noticed it, except for a brief glance upward. They stared directly at me, however, in confusion as I stood and watched this butterfly battering itself raw on the glass. It thrashed against the lights for a few seconds, then skittered back and forth, then bashed itself silly against the light again.
Unbeaten, it flew to rest on a light post for a few seconds, wings pulsing as it seemed to breathe in great heaving gulps before launching itself at the light fixtures once again.

Over and over it flung itself towards its own demise.

It was too far away for me to attempt a rescue, so all I could do was stand and watch this small miracle wear itself ragged...

As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder at many of my own actions and whether I'm doing the right thing in situations where I repeatedly expose myself to that which will inevitably destroy me in some small or large way; in the belief (however misguided, possibly known but ignored) that it's going to feel good or help me improve something. Sometimes it seems like everything I like will make me sick, or poor, or fat. Only god knows, but he ain't talking.

Maybe I'm just a paper-thin wax doll flying at the sun?