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.

Why did we slowly let them strip our neighborhoods of most trees?
What do we prove with huge houses we can’t afford to pay for or even fill?
Why does the mainstream ignore those whose predictions were right?
Advice to fast food restaurant execs: stop ‘innovating,’ do the basics right
My show isn’t very good yet, but my goal is to be a professional
If you don’t have a burden in life, you probably won’t achieve much
Obsession with partisan hatred diverts you from economic truth
Next, this city is going to be selling lemonade and holding bake sales
Is AI software a useful tool or does it dictate how I see myself?