I think there’s a lot of truth in this. I’ve been fairly successful in everything I’ve tried except the one thing I really wanted: writing.

I bought a house at 26. I started a company at 28 and sold it 4 years later. I’ve been with my wife for almost 15 years so far. Together, we’ve traveled the world.

I have so much that other people want, but never quite what I really want. I’m not complaining. I’m grateful. But it’s funny how things work out.

Some people say, may all of your dreams but one come true. Because if it did, what would be left to hope for?