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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
News used to be important; now it’s well-dressed entertainment
What if our best romantic decisions come by listening to ‘selfish genes’?
Ordinary miracles fill our lives, while we still demand wonders
Lucy’s fun afternoon at my office reminds me that work needs play
‘One more thing’ can never bring the peace we can have right now
I’m weary of degenerate society where my values aren’t welcome
Folks all around are waiting for someone to say, ‘Hello in there’
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