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No one can define you except yourself—not even your family. Because the only person who spends all 599,581,594 seconds of their life with you is you.
So if someone comes along and calls you a caterpillar for your indecisiveness, a fox for your cunning, or says you toy with people like a cat plays with a mouse—don’t mind them.
If your dream is to swim like a butterfly, then swim. If you’d rather retreat and hide, then weave your cocoon like a caterpillar—because in the end, it is still you who will emerge more beautiful. And play with people, just as a cat plays with a mouse.
Only then, when you fall, you will rise like a cat with nine lives. Your paws will cling tightly to your purpose, and your charming face will veil your devilish ambitions like the night.
You will become a Nine-Pawed Devil Cat.
But far beyond all these names.
