Some stories survive not because they are ancient, but because they are unfinished. Icarus. Lucifer. Prometheus. Three names scattered across different cultures, different centuries, different belief systems, yet somehow telling the same story in three different languages. You hear them first as warnings. Do not fly too high. Do not defy the divine. Do not steal what is forbidden. But the older you get, the more you realise these were never cautionary tales. They were confessions.
Because what is the human condition if not a constant negotiation between limitation and longing. We are raised to be obedient but wired to question. We are told to stay small but born with instincts that ache for magnitude. The world teaches surrender long before it teaches possibility. And yet, despite all that conditioning, there is something in us that keeps reaching for things we have been told we do not deserve.
That is why these myths remain. Not to discipline us, but to explain us. Icarus is not about arrogance. Lucifer is not about evil. Prometheus is not about punishment. They are about the unbearable tension between what we are allowed and what we desire. Between belonging and autonomy. Between safety and transcendence.
Every generation secretly identifies with the fallen. Not because we want to fall, but because we understand the hunger that made them rise. The daring. The defiance. The refusal to accept the limits imposed by authority, destiny, or fear.
We like to pretend these stories are about divine justice, but that is not why they haunt us. They haunt us because they reveal a truth we rarely admit. Sometimes ruin is not caused by recklessness. Sometimes ruin is the cost of wanting something bigger than survival.
These myths did not endure to teach obedience.
They endured to tell us that longing has consequences.
And that some people would rather burn than live untouched.
So let us look again. Not at the punishment.
But at the impulse.
Because that is where the archetype begins.
Icarus
Icarus is always introduced as the child who flew too close to the sun, but the tragedy of his story begins long before the ascent. He was born inside a prison built by someone else’s genius. Raised in confinement, surrounded by brilliance, yet denied freedom. His father, Daedalus, constructed wings as an escape, but even in liberation, he enforced limitations. Do not fly too low or the sea will destroy you. Do not fly too high or the sun will melt you. Even at the moment of freedom, the rules remained.
Icarus is not reckless. He is starved. A boy who has never been allowed to want anything now suddenly has access to the sky. We judge him for reaching too far, yet no one questions why he lived so long without reaching at all. His flight is not arrogance. It is hunger. It is the first taste of ungoverned possibility. When you have spent your entire life trapped, the difference between liberation and temptation becomes indistinguishable.
The world likes to flatten Icarus into a warning against ambition, but that is a convenient reading. Because if Icarus represents danger, then obedience becomes safety. But the truth is more uncomfortable. Icarus was punished not for flying, but for discovering that authority fears those who stop accepting their assigned altitude.
The fall is always emphasised, but the fall is not the point. The point is that for a brief moment, Icarus experienced something his father never did. He felt the sky from the inside. He touched a reality that existed beyond instruction. The tragedy is not that he died. The tragedy is that the world would rather kill a boy who flies than free a boy who dreams.
We romanticise endurance and condemn desire. But Icarus shows us that sometimes the worst thing is not falling. Sometimes the worst thing is never having flown at all.
He is not a symbol of failure. He is the patron saint of those who refuse to shrink.
Lucifer
Lucifer is perhaps the most misunderstood figure in mythic history. He is introduced to us as the embodiment of evil, yet the earliest part of his story is not about malice. It is about grief. Lucifer was not created monstrous. He was created magnificent. A being of light, adored, exalted, placed at the height of celestial existence. His downfall begins not with corruption, but with awareness.
He sees inequality in a kingdom built on unquestioned hierarchy. He realises that perfection comes at the cost of autonomy. Paradise demands silence. Worship demands surrender. Lucifer does not rebel because he hates God. He rebels because he cannot endure a world where obedience is treated as virtue and independence as sin.
He is the first character in theological narrative to ask a forbidden question. Why must power remain unchallenged. And the answer he receives is punishment, not explanation. His exile is framed as justice, but it is actually fear. The divine does not destroy him for being wicked. It destroys him for refusing to kneel.
Lucifer’s fall mirrors Icarus’s flight. Both reach upward and are cast downward. Both are punished not for destruction, but for disobedience. The world calls Lucifer arrogant, but arrogance implies confidence. His story is far more human. He would rather live in darkness with agency than in light without freedom.
What makes Lucifer compelling is not the villainy forced upon him, but the loneliness that follows him. He is the blueprint for the outcast. Not evil by origin, but by consequence. A being condemned for wanting equality, autonomy, and recognition that did not depend on submission.
He becomes the symbol of every person who has ever questioned the system and been punished for it. Every voice silenced for refusing to bow. Every soul exiled for wanting more than survival.
Lucifer is not the hero. But he is not the monster either. He is the cost of defiance.
And that is what makes him unforgettable.
Prometheus
Prometheus is the only one of the three who rebels not for himself, but for humanity. He sees a world where humans are cold, fragile, and powerless. Where the divine hoards capability and expects gratitude in exchange for dependence. Prometheus refuses to accept this imbalance. He steals fire from the gods and gives it to mortals, knowing the punishment will be eternal.
What makes Prometheus extraordinary is not the act of theft, but the intention behind it. He does not seek power. He seeks liberation for others. Fire is not warmth or comfort. It is knowledge. It is progress. It is self sufficiency. Prometheus commits the greatest crime possible in any hierarchy. He gives power to those who were never meant to have it.
For this, he is chained to a mountain, his liver eaten daily by an eagle that returns every morning. His suffering is endless because the gods need the punishment to be visible. They cannot allow defiance to become contagious. Prometheus is not tortured for the theft. He is tortured for the implication.
His myth reveals a truth that repeats across history. The powerful do not fear rebellion. They fear empowerment. Systems do not collapse when someone rises. They collapse when everyone else does too. Prometheus becomes the symbol of sacrifice for progress. The patron saint of those who give everything without expectation of reward.
Unlike Icarus and Lucifer, Prometheus does not fall. He is held down. But the outcome is the same. A being who challenged authority is condemned not because he was wrong, but because he was right too soon.
Prometheus represents the rebellion rooted in compassion. The belief that freedom should be shared, not granted. He suffers for humanity, yet humanity survives because of him.
His myth is not a tragedy.
It is a reminder that progress has always required disobedience.
The archetype they belong to.
When you place Icarus, Lucifer, and Prometheus beside one another, their stories stop sounding different and start sounding like three angles of the same confession. They come from different cultures and different centuries, yet each one revolves around a figure who refuses to remain within the boundaries someone else designed for them. Icarus does not fly because he is reckless. He flies because the sky is the first thing he has ever been allowed to want. Lucifer does not fall because he is evil. He falls because he cannot exist in a world where obedience is treated as the price of belonging. Prometheus does not suffer because he overreaches. He suffers because he believes survival without agency is not living at all.
What connects them is not the punishment, but the hunger that precedes it. They are united by the unbearable tension between limitation and longing. Each one chooses desire over safety and consequence over silence. Their stories are retold as cautionary tales so that obedience feels like wisdom, yet the ache they represent is too familiar to dismiss. We recognise ourselves not in their downfall, but in the moment before it. The moment where a person realises that staying small is a slow death.
These myths endure because they reveal something the world prefers to hide. The rebel is never hated for the act itself, but for the possibility it exposes. If one person reaches, then everyone else might realise they were capable of more than survival. That is what authority fears. Not ruin, but awakening. And that is why the archetype repeats. Because the longing does. Because somewhere inside every human life is a quiet rebellion waiting for a name.
People love to end these stories at the moment of collapse, as if the fall is the only thing that matters. They point to Icarus and say he should have listened, as if a life lived safely on the ground is a victory. They speak of Lucifer as proof that questioning leads only to exile, as if existing without autonomy is heaven. They use Prometheus as a warning against sacrifice, as if a world left untouched by fire would have been a kinder one.
But the truth sits elsewhere. Icarus died, yes, but he died with the sky still on his skin. Lucifer lost paradise, but he did not lose himself. Prometheus suffered endlessly, yet the world he changed never returned to darkness. Their stories are not about the dangers of reaching too far. They are about the cost of refusing to remain unchanged. The fall was only tragic if the alternative was worth staying for.
Obedience keeps a person unbroken, but it also keeps them unfinished. There will always be those who choose safety and call it wisdom, just as there will always be those who choose freedom and accept the consequences without regret. These myths are not instructions. They are acknowledgements. They exist to remind us that longing has never been gentle and that transformation is rarely painless. Maybe the point was never to avoid the fall. Maybe the point was to decide what you are willing to fall for. Because a life without risk may keep you whole, but a life without desire will keep you hollow. And in the end, the only real tragedy would have been never reaching at all.
And if this left a small fire burning somewhere inside your ribcage… good. It means the part of you that still hungers, still questions, still refuses to shrink… is alive. These stories survive because we recognise ourselves in the tremor before the rebellion, in the longing that refuses to behave.
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This is Niamat Dhillon at HCMUJ, stepping back into the shadows with one final reminder:
Some of us were never meant to stay earthbound. Some of us were born to reach, even if the sky burns.