By the standards I set when I was 25, I’m a failure today.
But if I had done all the grandiose things I planned back then — and gained immense wealth and power as a result — I would have been a complete failure by the more mature standards I set for myself today.
It’s a paradox. I had to lose everything I once valued — and I had to wander in the desert for a metaphorical 40 years — to finally arrive at a place where I feel qualified to even start living a life worth living.
I have struggled through years of what felt like defeat and exile. I felt as though I had blown my chance to do the things that matter to me. But something has changed.
I’ve realized that I am entering into my best period yet — intellectually, creatively and emotionally. I am finally where I wish I could have been at 25 or 30. I had to take a long but necessary detour — and I’ve finally arrived at the start of my life.

Even when folks praise my work, my secret fear is I may be a fraud
Maybe we’re doomed to replay past until we finally get it right
Democrat congressman: Tea Party wants blacks ‘hanging on a tree’
Dirty little secret: Politicians have incentive to whip up your fears
Check out my re-runs if you’d like, because I’m on vacation for a bit
Going through old relics tells me I’m still same person I used to be
Something in us usually wants to believe next year will be different
Illusions we project for others allow us to remain hidden inside