“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
"Drive a red Porsche" is probably what I would have responded 15 years ago. Back then I fully expected to be a lawyer, married, and able to dunk a basketball by now. Well, things have changed since my days of ripped jeans. 

Today, I'm more concerned with the road I take than the car I'm in. 

I want to plot my course with someone I love. I am not sure that I've found her yet, but I think I'm getting close. I want to ask my parents for directions. The best map of my life is the one they continue to draw for me in dinner conversations. It's written half in English and half in Gujarati. I want to stop for those who need help. I'll take heed of my sister's dedication to our society's vulnerable. I want to have the courage to take new routes. Someday soon, I'd like to be part of a company small enough that I know everyone's name. I want to be a driver and a passenger. I want my friends and family to join me on my ride and let me join them in theirs.

I suppose I want a lot. In some ways, I haven't changed much at all; in that way, I hope I never do.

— Alok Sanghvi