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.

Has it really been so long since I’ve been ‘real’ with someone?
Though it’s helpful to have talent, that won’t guarantee success
Arrogance and stupidity go hand in hand for the coercive state
Trump’s rabid defenders selling their souls for a narcissistic liar
Love & Hope — Episode 9:
Understanding often matters more than solving someone’s problems
Lesson for McCain’s ’08 voters: The lesser of two evils is still evil
For a culture where God is dead, spiritual emergence is madness