Rome didn’t fall in a day —
because it wasn’t built in one either.
It began with a myth: Romulus and Remus,
twins raised by wolves, destined to found a city of destiny.
What began as a republic grew into an empire.
And that empire built roads — over 250,000 miles of them.
“All roads lead to Rome,” they said.
And for centuries, they did.
The Roman Forum pulsed with politics.
Senators debated beneath marble archways.
Caesar crossed the Rubicon.
Brutus plunged a dagger in the name of liberty.
The republic died so an emperor could rise.
Augustus wore power like a robe — soft, but absolute.
Rome brought aqueducts, public baths, and concrete that still holds.
They wrote in Latin.
Fought in amphitheaters.
Entertained with blood and glory.
I opened 안전한카지노 while walking the ruins of Pompeii,
thinking how chance buried — and preserved — an entire city in ash.
The Colosseum loomed.
I imagined the roar of lions, the cry of the crowd.
Cicero’s speeches still sting.
Seneca’s wisdom still calms.
But decadence crept in.
The empire split.
Barbarians crossed borders not guarded.
Rome burned.
But even in ashes, it endured.
In Vatican City, I stared at Michelangelo’s Pietà —
a Christian legacy on pagan stone.
Through 카지노사이트, I sent a photo of the Via Appia,
captioned: “This road remembers.”
Rome teaches us that power expands —
and collapses.
That glory is fleeting —
but ideas, carved in stone, last.