| A rose withers, a mountain crumbles, a tree dies, a river dries up, everything ceases eventually. Life stops but not because of you, rather for you. |
Life is not about where you arrive or the destination you intend to end up at. Life is about the dirt road and trails that got you there.
| At the Lick we never play hide and seek. We play hide and pray Big Juicy don’t find you. |
| The eyes of a child see through the hurt of a word and the sting of an angry hand. But the heart of child once broken start to affect their sight. |
| Tears of joy often come from intense battles of mental warfare in which one finally realized that happiness is simplicity personified by love. |