Imagine your hometown being burned down, innocent people being killed right before your eyes and the seemingly never-ending dark of the night swallowing you whole. Who could ever live through that sight? If you would ask me, I would fall down to my knees as all my hope of surviving washed away. I couldn't bear to see all the memories I had in my town turn into ash with it.
In Aeneas’ case, he didn't show weakness. Though he wasn’t able to defend his city, he was able to save some of his townspeople. It was smart to flee and live to fight another day. It was too late anyway, there was nothing else to save. I felt sympathy and pity for Aeneas since I somewhat felt how he felt when he stood at the sight of his beloved city burning down. When I heard that my grandparents’ house was burned, I felt a pain I never felt before. I was, of course worried about my family and sad about the house. It was a good thing not one of my family was hurt. But the thought of all our belongings being burned down, it tears us to pieces.
Still, we moved on. There’s no use crying over spilled milk, right? Just as Aeneas did when he fled with the people he saved. He found ways to survive and live on, of course, with the help of the gods and the people he meets along the way. What’s done is done. Life has all these challenges lined up before us, all we have to do is to keep moving forward and use these hardships to our advantage. With determination, hope and courage, there's nothing we can't overcome.
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