One day, Apollo challenged Eros, otherwise known as Cupid, to test his archery skills. Eros was angry at Apollo for mocking the power of his arrows and had a plan; he shot one arrow dipped in gold and another arrow dipped in lead. Whoever was struck by the gold arrow would be overcome with an insatiable lust, while whoever was struck by the lead arrow would be filled with hatred for all things romance and love-related. Apollo was struck with gold while Daphne was struck with lead; Apollo became hopelessly in love with Daphne, but she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. She begged her father to help her, and he turned to the only feasable optino - turning his daughter into a tree. Apollo's love never faltered and he declared the leaves of Daphne's laurel tree would always be green and he would always wear her leaves in a crown around his head. Somehow the laurel wreath transformmed from a symbol of eternal love to a symbol of victory in Greek culture.
Eternal youth makes me feel uncomfortable. At what age am I going to be stuck at, exactly? Kindergarden was a fun year, but I don't know if I could remain five forever. Eternal youth sounds like a bad one-hit-wonder or a Pretty In Pink-esque Lifetime movie. I think I'll have a swell time growing old and progressing in life.
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