It is believed that the past determines who we are. It is also believed that a couple of details of our lives are connected to the stars and to the horoscope’s section on the newspaper. On my way to turn 28 years-old, yet I believed in the opposite.
On May 3rd, Brazil hosted the first soccer’s official match in the country, French students kicked off a series of demonstrations and protests that transformed not only Paris, but also the whole Europe, euro was established as the European Union official money; and, at the sound of bells, I was born.
Were Numerology the logical aftermath of past events, I would be a result of a millennial combination of several May 3rd in the world’s history. In contrast to expectations of astrologers and coffee stains that are meant to predict the future, I have not become neither one of several soccer players who appears on tabloid cover nor a revolutionary young man pretending to be a post-Che Guevara, despite his Adidas clothes. Yet I have become Hugo Otávio Cruz Reis, everything and nothing, a walking paraphrase, the equal probability of impossible events. The century’s son.
If my own history could be made up of two starts and no end, the best option is to get moving on it from year 2014. According to my parents’ plans, I would have graduated and start working for the government by the time I was 22 years old. In addition to that, I was supposed to have a fiancée and a marriage already arranged by 2014. Contrary to expectations, it turned out that I ended up celebrating the New Year’s Eve in Times Square with no wife, no graduation ceremony and not even a millionaire job... [to be continued]
