Almost everyone knows the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how Oscar Wilde ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest, Oread, appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
“Why do you weep?” the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But….. was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
To all those PEOPLE who think i am NOT narcissistic but NARCISSUS himself, i dont SPURN people who love me as he did. And he is dealt with in a very non sympathetic way, i mean i know he had faults but thats another story. My point is not all who are into themselves are narcissistic, they simply LOVE themselves! =)
I wonder if i even got through the hard skulls :\
To know more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)
Beauty Misunderstood
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