Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart?

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Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart?
I know only the pain of memory and the pleasure of the hunt. I will take that pleasure, to the end.
I am weak, perhaps, or I am a fool. Whichever the case, I am not yet ready to stop this war I wage;
I strike hard, and if I am lucky, I see nothing—nothing but the blur of the moment. As my instincts engulf my rational mind, I am at peace.
I fear little from enemies. I fear more from friends.
Courage in battle and courage in personal and emotional matters are often two separate attributes, and an abundance of one does not necessarily translate into an ample amount of the other.
Let the snows fall deep, the rain drive down, and the wind buffet my cloak. I care not, for I’ve a road worth walking!
For some, that can be achieved by creating order and security or a sense of home. For some, including many dwarves, it can be achieved by the accumulation of wealth or the crafting of a magnificent item. For me, I’ll use my scimitars.
To continually reach higher is to live; to always strive to be a better person or to make the world around you a better place or to enrich your life or the lives of those you love is the secret to that most elusive of goals: a sense of accomplishment.
What is important is the assurance that my life will continue to hold adventure, purpose, and goals.
I wonder if I am running toward something or away from something. Am I driven, as were the misguided Entreri and Ellifain? These questions reverberate within my heart and soul. Why do I feel the need to keep moving? For what am I searching? Acceptance? Some wider reputation that will somehow grant me a renewed assurance that I had chosen well in leaving Menzoberranzan?
“We want to-need to-find our realm, our place in a world often too confusing and too overwhelming, our sense of order in one little corner of a world that oft looms too big and too uncontrollable. […] The hope is that this will be the end of that road we chose to walk, the peaceful and secure rewards for a life of trials. Yet, it never comes to that, for peace is not a place, whether lined by hedges or by high walls. The greatest king with the largest army in the most invulnerable fortress is not necessarily a man at peace. Far from it, for the irony of it all is that the acquisition of such material wealth can work against any hope of true serenity. But beyond any physical securities there lies yet another form of unrest, one that neither the king nor the peasant will escape. Even that great king, even the simplest beggar will, at times, be full of the unspeakable anger we all sometimes feel. And I do not mean a rage so great that it cannot be verbalized but rather a frustration so elusive and permeating that one can find no words for it. It is the quiet source of irrational outbursts against friends and family, the perpetrator of temper. True freedom from it cannot be found in any place outside one’s own mind and soul.”
R.A.Salvatore - “The Silent Blade”
The fewer the lost hours, the fuller the life, and a life of a few decades can surely, in some measures, be longer than a life of several centuries.
Those wasted moments, those hours of sameness, of routine, are the enemy, I say, are little stretches of death within the moments of life.
And all those hours in between, and all those hours after dusk, are yours to make of what you will.
It is so easy to forget that you are truly alive, or at least, to appreciate that you are truly alive, that every sunrise is yours to view and every sunset is yours to enjoy.
We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise lasts but a few minutes. But its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally.