"What do we have?"

What do we have? At best a couple of chances to try for what we really desire in life? Sure, sometimes we do end up getting what we want by convoluted twists and turns of unpredictable circumstance. But directing ourselves purposefully toward some end, some completion of a sought-after intention? We have what seems like one chance to live for it, one chance to take a leap of faith, and no second chances. There are, of course, things that hold us back—some of them quite reasonable, I suppose. I just wonder what it takes to overcome our restraints. Is it the abrogation of fear? Is it meticulous planning? Each seems to have its advantages, and its flaws. In the end, the ultimate worry is the day that comes when there are no more chances to take.