Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
The secret of getting things done is to act!
As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.
Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words
Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.
Follow your own star!