Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.
In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it was declared by the nurse, and by some sage women in the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me several months before there was any possibility of our becoming personally acquainted, first, that I was destined to be unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged to see ghosts and spirits; both these gifts inevitably attaching, as they believed, to all unlucky infants of either gender, born towards the small hours on a Friday night.
Universe is regular and predictable, suns comes up every morning and stars sweep across the sky at night, this is something determined by nature, but my destiny wasn`t written yet.
I knew I had to act and make significant decisions, decisions where I might not have all the right facts and where I could achieve an unexpected outcome, but if I turned to be the hero, I was forced to accross failures. Defeat would be a set-up for more important victories in my future., I had to act to deal with all my uncertainties........
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