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.

It’s OK to volunteer for tornado cleanup, but only if you’re not a pro
Kids obeyed me on radio project, only because I knew what to do
How would we see the gang war in Texas if the faces had been black?
How does modern culture escape ‘little boxes made of ticky tacky’?
The moon represents what I seek, but words are all I can offer now
Cop pepper-spraying protesters is symbol for arrogant police culture
We can’t have real freedom without also allowing discrimination
A year later, my father’s death looms large, but I have no regrets
Lesson from U2: Rejection doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to give up