Contrasting Outlooks

I've never been one to stop and think,
It's served me well so far,
I take life as it comes at me,
Always with a broad smile,
With a determined stare to go with it,
Nothing stops me from enjoying life...

I've always been one to stop and think,
It always seems to hold me back,
Any action is always thought out,
Half the day disappears,
Because of me pondering every possible consequence,
With furrowed eyebrows...

Chances come,
Chances go,
These contrasting outlooks,
Each bring their own chances,
Their own ways of taking them,
And their own ways of missing them...

They are contrasting...
Yet they can bear the same chances...