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.

Quit using the word ‘masculinity’
My father taught me not to trust; that’s been very tough to change
Achievement or scam? Designer invents perfume you can’t smell
Predictions of doom keep failing, so isn’t it rational to doubt them?
Jobs are created from ‘selfish’ acts; they don’t just exist on their own
Without peaceful breakup plan, U.S. faces violent, angry collapse
When socialists steal all your money, blame those who compromise today