The flame of inspiration doesn’t burn eternal.
As humans need water, fire needs oxygen; deprived of the light, your goals, wishes, hopes — they die.
And death is painful not only in the aftermath; slow, prolonged death engraves its mark marrow-deep.
Unattempted goals, uncompleted tasks, the trivial things you just want to try — do them as soon as you can. The sooner after their birth, the better.
They say life is short. It is. They say life is tragic. It is. But shorter and more tragic is the life of every unexplored itch, burn, dream, goal, desire, every calling. And is it not these that constitute Life?