Reqd:Time to feel sorry.

I was a melodramatic person. Somebody who believed in stories. Like those in books, movies. It takes a while before one realises life isn't that fantastic. Atleast for 99.9999% of people.
As a kid I liked "After 20 years" by O.Henry , Sohrab and Rustum, Macbeth, Trojan War, (Illiad),...
I was dreaming about such events in life. I wanted to be involved in a war. I wanted to fight corruption. I wanted to invent something extraordinary. For whatever reason, I see no such possibility. A pen pushing job. A boring life. A helpless life. :(
A virtuous life. Definiely not. A daring life. It's not. A life full of meaningless compromises.
Like dogs, like pigs, like mosquitoes. :(