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.

Drug raid in Birmingham points to folly and failure of the ‘drug war’
I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat
Libertarian freedom vs. conservative tradition leads to culture clash
On National Dog Day, remember how love can change any of us
When people show you who they are, trust their actions, not words
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?
‘Duck Dynasty’ just another skirmish in an increasingly stupid culture war
Heart that truly loves is a servant for another’s happiness and peace