Adriano Has A Story to Tell | By Adriano

He poured his heart out in a missive to his little brother, now a respected art dealer himself. He likened himself to a caged bird in spring who feels deeply that it is time for him to do something important but cannot recall what it is, and so “bangs his head against the bars of his cage. And then the cage stays there and the bird is mad with suff

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Of course the thing about beginning again — about starting over midway through is that you have to be willing to watch yourself die.

I learned that from writing this newsletter.

Next week, it will be three years since I launched the cereal aisle, and I think the most important thing I have learned in the time since is that rebirth is on the other sid... See more

When my carefully constructed life finally came crashing down, the crisis forced me to set those ambitions aside and focus instead on breathing. My new friends kept me afloat. With their encouragement and guidance, I started facing and accepting the truth about what I’d done and who I’d tried to be. As I took that ugly truth to God, approaching him

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The older guys have a wisdom that is born not of desperation but of an acceptance of their status and an unwillingness to continue to con themselves. There is a point in one’s self-realized poverty where humility and truth make their entry. Power and its little brothers, honor and reputation, are the agenda of the young. This agenda blinds them and

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He flashed thumbs-down. “Miss it, man. It sucks.” I was crushed. Here I was, forty-two years old, divorced, childless, having given up all normal human pursuits to chase the dream of being a writer; now I’ve finally got my name on a big-time Hollywood production starring Linda Hamilton, and what happens? I’m a loser, a phony; my life is worthless,

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He flashed thumbs-down. "Miss it, man. It sucks." I was crushed. Here I was, forty-two years old, divorced, childless, having given up all normal human pursuits to chase the dream of being a writer; now I've finally got my name on a big-time Hollywood production starring Linda Hamilton, and what happens? I'm a loser, a phony; my life is w

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Who am I, finally, when I’m not playing? A poor orphan left out in the cold among sensations, shivering on the street corners of Reality, forced to sleep on the steps of Sadness and to eat the bread offered by Fantasy. I was told that my father, whom I never knew, is called God, but the name means nothing to me. Sometimes at night, when I’m feeling

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