Not hope, but Faith. I don't believe in hope. Hope is a beggar.

I have been the guy who has everything but yet is so one-track minded about what I want, that I can't see my blessings.

My dad was like a stage mother he always pushed me to do what I wanted.

I was on Prozac for a long time. It may have helped me out of a jam for a little bit, but people stay on it forever.

For the most sensitive among us the noise can be too much.

As far as I can tell, it's just about letting the universe know what you want and then working toward it while letting go of how it comes to pass.

It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?