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It seemed I still had some of Mom’s magic left in me after all.
You can persuade yourself to be either happy or sad. It just depends on how you choose to see things.
For me, cats are no different from the sun or the ocean or the air we breathe.
“Yeah, but just being alive doesn’t mean all that much on its own. How you live is more important.”
“So you see, the form I take really depends on your imagination. The devil in your heart looks just like you.”
Humans tend to regret the life they never lived and the choices they never made.”
I’m not even sure if I ever figured out what exactly “being myself” and living out my dreams really meant.
What have I given to the people around me while I have been alive? What would I leave behind in their memory?
