| If the path is overgrown with briars and bristles that sear the very flesh from your body blaze onward. Scars are just tattoos with better stories. |
| 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. |
| With my buddy Bubba. Everyone needs a Bubba. He’s gooder than grits, and better than snuff, but not half as dusty. |
| When someone you love hurts you, and you can’t understand why, remember: in pain comes life’s lessons, just speak softly because you can’t undo a said word. |
Prayer is the key that unlocks all doors