Never Grow Up

"He must have had a very hard time." Crazy as it is, I really thought about it. What if Aeneas did exist? I would feel such pity for him. Maybe, thrice the pity I feel for him as a fictional character. Yes, fictional but do you even wonder, if he really existed before, or is he still alive, his soul on someone else's body? Hah. Creepy. All I really mean is, do you even wonder if we are Aeneas, too? Well then, I must pity myself. But Aeneas is not me. If it's Aeneas, I pity him. If it's me, I hate myself and curse life. Everyone knows what fate is. The word fate is notorious, for ruining people's lives. Hahaha! A momentum wrecker, I guess? I don't wanna speak about myself so I'm speaking about Aeneas. His life was like 'usual' but simple. But then, it came the time that he had to choose between his family, his life, his future or his country. Vintage and epic, I agree. He was living his life in the best way. He was happy and fearless. Like a little kid, who only cares about his toys and his playtime, but still curious about other things which he should not get involved to. I'm not saying Aeneas got curious about dying or fighting. Hahaha. But he got new things to get involved, too. He  had grown up, unfortunately. So instead of saying I pity Aeneas, I think it's better if I say "I see life as a tragic journey. It's unfair because it's not constant. I pity myself for knowing it only now. If I knew it earlier, I'd do my best not to grow up. I wish I'd never grown up."