A brain storm

I’ve been thinking. How many people really gets compromised in these days? By compromising, I mean love. Not only the love you’ve just thought, but the art of being supportive to a cause… a man, a woman, a friend, a belief.

Speaking in believes, I realized the faith has been absent and people change their minds all the time. Im not saying that you have to live like as you are plastered or something. For me, freedom is mandatory. But some feelings must be preserved.

Compromising. Tricky word. I discussed with my teacher today about it. About the meaning of this word. Not only what it is written in the dictionary. He told me to try to post here in English and Im trying, right this moment, without thinking. Like Shopenhauer had taught us... because, in the world, there are three kinds of authors. And one kind writes exactly what it comes in mind. And Im doing it. Right now. Because I feel compromised. I really want to get better.

Yeah, I am. I am someone in this world who wants to make some diference. Maybe this text will appear a little bit confusing... But it isn´t. Sorry if I made some mistakes... Im improving my written english. And I have just a few days to take this pressure away...

When you have something really important to do, its natural that you get anxious and a little bit nervous. But you need to find out a way to escape. Thats why I keep writting these nonsense words...

Compromising... I mean, compromised.

I am, I feel, I want... And everything is gonna be alright.