Butterflies are the souls of caterpillars, they are borne from the inside out, they last for only a short while to start their hurricanes, to leave their beautiful imprint on their new world, before they leave to regenerate again in another place;
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Through chaos, great change occurs. It gets worse before it gets better. Butterflies are fragile, but they are the souls of caterpillars, strong enough to wave their messages of rebirth through. Don’t get me started on Bees. Love. Joy. Be.
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"Call it what you please, but I'm fucking done with catering to the callow minorities of society."
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"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly." - Lao Tzu
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By looking down at the Caterpillar will not change the fact that it is a Butterfly in process.
Your cursing words can not kill the Kaleidoscope of butterflies hidden inside Her belly.
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Swim against the current, be "weird". Be the butterfly in the midst of caterpillars. I've asked a question many times but have never gotten the correct answer, "What is weird?" Weird is befriending the friendless. Standing up to the worst jeers from the worst bullies. "Weird is unique". It's doing what no one else will because they are afraid to be seen by others as something different. "Normal" is just ununiqueness disguised as something beautiful. Be the star that lights the path for millions.
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There are two types of people in this world. Those who remain caterpillars and spend their lives wishing to reach somewhere, and those who transform to butterflies and fly to that place.
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