Romanticism nowadays

Greetings, sorry for not having writen so much these days...routine is killing me hahah.

Today I had a horrible day, one of those in which everything seems to be bad, but that is not the matter at stake here. As I was...reflexive today, I started to think about the tipical stuff: the world, existence and, of course, about the humankind. I stopped just to think about me, about how I am. I've always considered myself a romantic man, not in love issues (although I am too), but in that idealistic mindset that consists in believing that you can change the world, filling your mind with "Deseos de cosas imposibles" as a nice song says. I thought about the great romantic poets and personalities as Lord Byron and Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (whose poesy I love, as you must know). All of them did impressive things for what they believed, such as Byron, who fought in the Greek war against Turks. A few days ago, I was reading about strange facts in history, something that I really love, since it can always surprise you¡ I read about a group of American people who, in the 30s, came to Spain to fight for the Spanish Republic. I have never suported none of both sides of the war, so don't expect me to talk about th greatness of the Republic or the "National" side, but I found it really interesting, I mean, The Abraham Lincoln Battalion (that is the name of their unit inside the International Brigades) consisted of workers and country people, most of the communists or anarchists. Despite the fact that I don't support neither communist nor anarchism (nor fascism, I feel forced to say this. I don't like being told bullshit), I couldn't help reflexing about those men, they left their wives and children behind to come here and fight for what they believed, they were true samples of romanticism, no hesitation. They were simple men who believed their ideas down to their hearts, they arised in the morning willing to fight, apart from their homes in a war seemed to have nothing to do with them, they even wrote a song, "Jarama Valley", to honor their comrades...I couldn't help empathizing them, no matter if their ideals were so different to the mines, I saw their stories and I saw myself. I believe that I can make a better world of ours by myself...perhaps I'm too young to see the truth of this world but...only time can show me if I do well or bad, although I know that maybe I won't be so passionate with my ideas in the future. All I can say is that I consider myself an anachronic individual in a world in which we are running out of ideals.

I just felt like writing this, I really needed it...I hope not to bore you with my stuff hahah