There's something in us as people that attracts us to the negative. We're attracted to bullshit for some reason. If there's a story about a man that saved a kid, and at the same time, a story gets posted about a woman that cut her husband's dick off, you're going to forget about the man who saved the kid—everybody will be running to the story about the woman who cut her husband's dick off.

You're in so much control of yourself that it's ridiculous. Sometimes, it's easy to put out excuses for yourself that only make sense to you. We all know the fucking truth. We all know if we're giving 100% or not. We all know!

If you're doing something that may not necessarily be your passion but it's a job, the trick is to find out how to make this thing become a bigger thing for you, so that you're able to go and do what you want to do. How do we use the things in life that are thrown at us as stepping stones or baby pathways to the ultimate road?

I'm in love with the resume. I'm in love with the boxes that can be checked off. I'm in love with the thought of success, and more importantly, the benefit that comes from hard work.

I don't like putting myself in a position to easily be affected. Life is too short, and if you just spend time being affected all the fucking time, those are tough days, man. If you're bothered all the time... There's a lot of shit to be bothered about during the day. You can be bothered by a lot of shit.

There's a portion of life that you go through where you feel guilty for saying that you don't want to do certain things.

It takes too much time and energy to keep hate alive.

I can't be the best version of myself if I'm not taking care of myself.

If I say I'm gonna do something, I'm gonna do it. If I don't say it, don't expect it from me.

That car accident was a reason to sit down and really process what's around me, and by what's around me, I mean the things that matter: my wife and kids.