“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
I want to be constantly scolded for not having grown up. I want to be told how immature and childish I am after all these years. I want to accumulate even more injuries for attempting things that my body can no longer do. I am still laughing at inappropriate times. I am unsuitably tan for most business functions, but catching that last wave was well worth it. I relish shoveling the driveway because it makes me look like a hero to my wife and children. My sorrow for all of the injustices around me grows deeper and deeper. But my sadness is matched with the ferocity at which I attack those injustices. I manage to do all of this in a more thoughtful and wiser way. I have grown, but not grown up.

— Daniel Hong