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.

I struggle to fix the imperfection in myself and world around me
Don’t trust this con man — or almost anybody else on ‘TV news’
In the face of hazardous times, some still driven to be helpers
Please be patient with my site as it’s being completely remodeled
Lesson of ‘judgment day’ error? Certainty doesn’t indicate truth
You can’t see inside my heart, but my words invite you to know me
Be afraid, friends: Chicken Little says the sky is falling somewhere
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend