Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you.

At the bottom of the mountain you have your scoffers and doubters, by midpoint you have your envious and haters, and when you reach to the top you have new friends and family you never met or thought existed.

There will always be haters. And the more you grow the more they hate; the more they hate the more you grow.

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

Don't let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea.

To be the salt, you also need to be the shaker. To shake the world. Shake the truth. Shake the people. Shake the word. Have it sprinkle, melt and preserve humanity.