A word about Greek mythology

"The bud was plucked before the flower bloomed." Isn't that well said? Why, of course, it was Orpheus who uttered it, after all. (I mean, sung. He sung it to Hades, anyway.)

Perhaps, you might deem that to write something about Greek Mythology isn't fresh and unique, but I tell you, I cannot help it. I mean, who could? After reading such magnificent tales?

And, in addition, I particularly love the romance tales about various mortals, creatures, goddess, gods, et cetera, especially: Narcissus and Echo, Cupid and Psyche and, of course, Orpheus and Eurydice.

I got too much enthused with the conclusion of the tale. And, the main reason that I am fond of it to extremities is simply because it's tragedy. I write tragedies, so what could you expect from a tragic writer? To be a tragic reader.

But then, if I could, I wanted to curse and yell at Orpheus for his too much excitement to see his beloved. I mean, couldn't he wait for just a few seconds, when she's already on the realm of Earth? It's just that, I felt terrible with the fact that they didn't live happily ever after. But, of course, I cannot condemn and upbraid Orpheus for his utmost affection for Eurydice. Well, when you just got your beloved out of the mortifying underworld, could you resist looking into his/her eyes again, even for just a few minutes?

I blame Orpheus, indeed, but, of course, my remorse for him is much more dominant.

Though the tale ended tragically, it's still so wonderful a tale. And, for some reasons, I learned my own lesson from their story.