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.

Would life be better without news? Maybe it’s all just distracting trivia
FRIDAY FUNNIES (for Christmas)
Words of appreciation can have power to connect us and heal us
Kind words can make difference for stressed parents at Christmas
How can you have convictions while remaining open to truth?
Peshawar murders show need to support those who share our values
Pro-free market candidates don’t promise price targets on gasoline
We frequently go back to the past hoping to find a different future