What do I think my younger self would think of me now, after everything I’ve been through and learned? I imagine my younger self would hardly recognize the person I’ve become. He’d be appalled, at first—perplexed by the lack of blind ambition, the willingness to question everything we were raised to believe, and the sheer idea of valuing humility over pride. Younger me was steeped in the idea that power and prestige were everything, that weakness was failure, and that stepping outside of that...