Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
The day I was born, my grandmother allowed my parents to name me Nicole on one condition: that no one call me 'Nikki'. 25 years later, only a handful of people call me that, and it's due to not enforcing Grandma's rule for about a week.