I get these weird divine feelings. They're, like, so strong I can't shake them.

I'm competitive. I don't like to lose.

I feel like God has blessed me so much already, and he keeps continuing to bless me.

I pretty much look like an identical twin of my mom.

As you get older, you grow and mature, and that should never stop. As soon as you stop growing, you're done living. I'll always be growing, forever learning, forever taking in advice from people I deeply respect.

I never, ever thought I would be able to grow a beard like I have now. I think it's gonna be here for a little minute. Fear the beard, hopefully.