Sometimes I just don't know

Nowadays it's hard for me to write. Specially under pressure. Read a really dry text, then give an opinion and subdued to a topic.

I believe that words are not merely inteligible sounds resembling ideas from past experiences, but wild creatures which come to life for a brief second in our minds. Without ease, If I may say, I prefer to vanquish my own fears in the old ways. Meaning: Looking my problems directly to the eyes and facing it, blazing a sword, running eager yawping, roaring, in a once-for-all battle, instead of regretting the forsaken lands in which occur the most horrendous and tragic event, my birth.

Sometimes I wonder what would happened if Jhon Lennon survived his attack. Nutopia would exist then, or just like Rome, another idea faded on a anacronic tourism magazine.