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.

She had issues that scared me, but I felt loved and understood
We all love stories, but principles should trump anecdotes in debate
How many warnings can life give us when something’s gone wrong?
Goodbye, Sonny
Taxing ‘the rich’ more not only wouldn’t work, but it’s not fair
I’ve now launched a new podcast about search for love and family
Do I oppose rulers because I hate rulers — or because I hate rules?
Italy sending seismologists to jail for failing to predict big earthquake
Fear of potential loss is a terrible reason to stay in the wrong place