William Shakespeare said something like “Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.” Meaning, whatever bad things happen today, time waits for nobody, the day will pass.
But the flipside is, a good day also flies past, you have to grab - or spit on, in Hawk Tuah-style - that thing and enjoy it. The enemy is time, one has to utilize it in full while you can still do things. Like travel, just do it. Even if you have to sell some possessions, or hitchhike, or whatever. But that dream you keep on putting off, may soon not be reachable anymore if you don't get to it ASAP. Rather make mistakes and be sorry, than to regret not doing it at all.
