When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

Growth, to me,

isn’t about getting stronger or earning a higher title.

It’s when you stop rushing to speak

when someone makes a mistake.

I used to judge others in silence,

thinking I could see things more clearly.

But later I realized —

everyone has a reason for what they do.

Pressure, timing, fatigue,

or just a bad day.

Silence doesn’t mean indifference.

It means understanding.

It means restraint.

When you can see the story behind someone’s action,

you no longer rush to decide who’s right or wrong.

That was the moment

I knew I had grown — quietly,

but surely.

If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

Nothing complicated.

I’d just keep giving —

month after month,

year after year.

Keep a kind heart.

Keep the will to give.

Money will run out someday,

but if that heart remains,

it’s worth more than any donation.

What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.

Everything has its price.

The greater the deed, the higher the risk.

Sometimes, you gain a lifetime of wealth, but the cost is health—or family.

Sometimes, it’s the opposite.

You may lose fame and fortune, yet keep the truest parts of yourself.

Even if success were guaranteed, it would never come without a cost.

Maybe not now, but the wheel of fate will turn—bringing peaks, bringing valleys.

I often think of that song I love, Can You Celebrate?, and its singer—Namie Amuro.

Her life feels like a reflection of fate itself.

Childhood marked by divorce and hardship; youth that exploded into fame.

Fate did not spare her—loss, betrayal, valleys so low.

Yet she stood again, shining once more, even reclaiming what had been taken.

Tai chi has black and white.

Life is the same.

Light and shadow coexist, and together, they make a whole.

Who are your favorite artists?

Art, in reality, is hard to measure by reason.

A painting, a song, or a performance — they speak to emotion, not logic.

Yet in today’s world, art is often defined by capital.

A masterpiece might reach millions not for what it says, but for who owns it.

And sometimes, the truest feelings are the ones left unseen.

Compared to the paintings sold at auctions, I think music and film matter more.

They reach people — not collectors.

A song can comfort someone in silence.

A movie can remind someone to believe again.

Art that lives among people feels more real to me.

Lately, I’ve been drawn to UNIQLO’s PEACE FOR ALL T-shirt series.

It’s more than just clothing — it feels like a statement.

Each design comes from a creator who has made a mark in their own field.

All profits go to charity.

Maybe that’s what art should be — something you can wear, share, and still make the world a little better.

It used to be an easy question.

When I was a student, or even just started working, I could say it right away — playing video games.

But now… it’s hard to name one.

Maybe just going out quietly with the one I love,

watching YouTube together,

or simply doing our own things,

side by side,

without saying much,

but feeling each other’s presence.

Maybe that’s my favorite pastime now —

being together, even in silence.

What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

Losing all your possessions?

It sounds like a disaster —

a crushing blow,

just a step below losing your limbs,

being diagnosed with a terminal illness,

watching the one you love most walk away,

or even staring at the end of your own life.

But then I pause.

And I realize:

losing everything isn’t the end.

At any point in life,

as long as there’s a chance to go on,

things can turn around.

They always do.

What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

I used to believe that hard work always pays off.

But over time, I realized life isn’t that simple.

Effort is necessary, but never enough on its own.

Luck, timing, people — they all play their part.

Still, I don’t see hard work as meaningless.

It just shifted, from “guaranteed success”

to “worth giving it a try.”

Somehow, that softer mindset feels more real.

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

As a support staff from the head office, I sometimes visit branch sites.

From the start, the roles are never the same—

for me, it’s support; for them, it’s someone from outside.

Along with offering resources, there’s always a part of me observing how the branch operates.

On the repair floor, even small interactions, or just passing by, require a switch in how I carry myself.

That difference often makes me feel like I don’t fully belong.

Yet being in this role also gives me a window into challenges I’d never see from headquarters.