Is it just us, or does wax wings + hundred mile journey + hot sun seem like a recipe for disaster? Still, maybe this myth would've had a happy ending if Icarus had just listened to his dad. Because really, how hard is it to just fly at a middle height? Birds do it all the time!
But does Icarus listen? Nope. Once he realizes how fun and easy flying is, he forgets his father's advice and ascends to new stratospheric heights. For a few fleeting moments, Icarus has the time of this life… but then his wings melt and he falls to his watery death. The message about obeying your parents (and using some self-control) is pretty clear here, don't you think?