I had one of those bad days again. A day that you wished everything would freeze around you and you walk among them escaping reality. I often get that fantasy. Walking among men unseen, invisible or just like air. Sometimes i wish if i wish too hard it would come true.

Does that make me an escapist? I think, sometimes we just need to find a way to cope and hide from the reality of life.

Am i a coward not to face it head on? Maybe. Im not shy to admit it and because im a very transparent person, its so obvious.

I have two persons who i like to talk to freely without pretension and one omnipotent being. Its Hanzel and my 7 year old brother Rafael, to get a kids point of view. Of course the latter is The Almighty.

I want to leave you with a text message that strenghten me in that one day madness:

Prayer is not a spare tire we pull out when we feel our life has gone flat.
Prayer is the steering wheel that helps direct our life in the right path.