Risk appears when there is something that I cannot control. No desire or effort can be enough, it simply surpasses me. The thing is that risk appears constantly, it is relative to living (at least, in the life I want to live in). When there is risk, I have a chance but I recognize myself as small in front of the giant world. That's when I remember we are nothing more than adult-children scared under the electric storm, improvising. It's just that I can't (don't want to) hide my fears.