Incidentally, I'm not advocating an Act on Impulse Movement, here. If that were the case, I'd be in serious trouble. Wine at noon (I'd never), chocolate all day long, speaking exactly what's on my mind (believe it or not, I do edit myself...mostly)...you see it could go a little awry. Dangerous stuff, my friends.
My point here is that, when we allow our instincts to guide us, we do tend to find ourselves in some pretty sweet spots.
The risk of failing, of our instincts being wrong...when weighed against the rewards of living life fully and with gusto, of the joy of leaping headlong into adventure...well...
...it really doesn't seem much of a risk at all, given how much fun we have on our journey, wouldn't you say?
Life is Sweet, indeed.
Eat it up.