Big feelings about ancient rome

I've been re-reading and revisiting some of my teenage interests including ancient Rome, I started re-reading The Aeneid so I could write an essay on it for class but its brought up some big ol feelings about the ancient world ...

Virgil wrote The Aeneid under the instruction of Augustus Ceaser as part of Augustus Ceaser's artists program which was basically just his patronage of the arts to further his propaganda campaign promoting harmony in Rome after years of civil war. 

Virgil was a poet who for the most part did what he wanted, he wrote about farming and rural life, he wrote a manual for living off the land and when he was given a beautiful home to live in he ran back to the countryside he so dearly loved.

He didn't truly intend to be a poet we still spoke about today, in fact upon his death he wished for The Aeneid to be burned, destroyed never to be seen by the world, instead it was published against the will of a dying man, he last breaths used in vain whispered to unhearing ears.

His legacy is based around The Aeneid, how many people from the Roman BC can you name from the top of your head, yet Virgil is remmembered by scholars today as a genius, a master poet, he is a hero among his peers of modern society. 

His imposter symdrome outlived him but thank god it did not prevail him, a dying a=man so insecure of his own mastery he wished his greatest work destroyed. Maybe his dying wish should have been appeased, but today I sit in my bed with his words in my hands, wishing one day I could be so grand