Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.
As we wash our body so we should wash destiny, change life as we change clothes.
The principle tragedy of my life is, like all tragedies, an irony of Destiny. I reject real life as if it were a condemnation; I reject dreams as if they were an ignoble liberation. [...]After the end of the stars uselessly whitened in the morning sky and the breeze became less cold in the barely orange tinged in the yellow of the light on the scattered low clouds, I, who hadn't slept, could finally, slowly raise my body, exhausted from nothing from the bed from which I had thought the universe.
Against destiny I fulfilled my duty. Uselessly? No, for I fulfilled it.
Destiny gave me only two things: a few accounting books and the gift of dreaming.
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