“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
When I was ten, I wanted to be an astronaut. I thought I'd be able to reach out and touch the stars. Today, my ambitions are humbler. I still want to fly. But it is in earning my wings that the joy of life will reveal itself. I will live my life for the journey and not for the destination.

My parents met on a train in India in 1972. I can see them in my mind – my mother, wide-eyed, bell-bottomed, beautiful; my father, bespectacled, bookish, earnest. They married the following year; I arrived some five years later. My road to HBS was paved with their sacrifices and lighted by their dreams.

The journey ahead will be replete with exotic meals and wondrous new vistas. The occasional unplanned detour. The "good tired" feeling of a day well spent. The warmth of familiar resting places. Most importantly, it will be filled with the love and laughter of my traveling companions.

I met my wife on a bus in New York in 2003. We talked about family, work, and the Red Sox; the ride back to Boston never seemed so short. Last year, we embarked on a slightly longer trip – life's journey - together. My young life has come full circle. Time's revolution begins anew.

— Sohil Parekh