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.

After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again
Want to feel happier, healthier? Try cutting back on your deceit
The things we regret the most show us what we really value
After long but necessary detours, the beginning finally nears for me
Does this look like a child abuser? Voters must not have thought so
Do you believe you’re free? Slavery by any other name is still slavery
Obama’s new ‘AttackWatch.com’ website smells like political fear
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health
When I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?