Eventually, all of us must come to find that we ourselves are enough. Reassurance and outside validation are like drugs to the addict. They feel good and at times even lovely. But no hit will ever be enough.

I’ve met countless beautifully talented people bursting at the seams with endless potential. When I look at them I see queens and kings and queendoms and kingdoms within arms reach. I see these demigods with all the power in the world, yet…