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.

This week marks 15 years for a website that has evolved wildly
I’m trying to silence inner critic who says I ought to be perfect
Desperate need to be special drives me to try to matter to those I love
They won’t listen to arguments; they might listen to honest art
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect
Want to change your life forever? Pursue growth with your partner
Serenity is seeing all sides of life, choosing to continue the journey
Goodbye, William (1999-2015)
GAME: Can you find names of the last 20 commenters on this site?