Do you ever feel like you're looking into a mirror upon examining fine art?

Was examining some early neanderthal paintings today, specifically Pieter Bruegel's.

Was hit with a very serious and life-changing thought.

It all happened upon viewing Bruegel's "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus"

Started to feel like I could relate. Like I was lookin at the world thru Icarus' eyes. Bit of an existential crisis there. Started to feel as if my life was meaningless.

Poor Lil Icarus there drownin.

Nobody even bats an eye.. a true ode to the cruel indifference of humanity. Bet you guys can't even find Icarus in the painting. None of you care about the suffering of your brothers. Shame on you suburbanites.

Goin through a mental crisis here... need help asap.

Beginning to feel as if Icarus is the only one who I can relate to anymore in the world
Maybe I should start setting my goals lower

Being less ambitious.

I don't wanna fly too close to the sun.