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.

Money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can make you miserable
Can we find ways to separate love of home from worship of government?
Fear of possible violence keeps some people trapped by misery
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group
Counting on the status quo? Do you have a plan in case things collapse?
My fears are less about death than about my own ‘unlived’ life
Why does anyone else care what Elon Musk does with his money?
Sweet love story or tale of a sucker? Your bias creates narrative for you
You finally have to stop making excuses for people who hurt you