Occasionally I do things against my inner voice, but you really should go for the thing that touches you most-even if you don't quite know why it does. ↗
O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire. ↗