Well, what do you think? Sometimes you have no choice except to walk into trouble. Some fools stumble into it but brave men walk right into it eyes wide open and all senses alert. Like you are drawn to it like a moth to light or an iron filing to a magnet. Because sometimes you have a choice but still go ahead anyway looking forward to all the risks and dangers.
Because really what's the alternative? A life of numb boredom, gradually rotting away? Being told when to get up, when to work, what time is left over for yourself? Taking your orders from some straw boss? Looking up at the clock every few minutes ticking away the hours of your life. Then once you get home worrying about paying the rent, the car, and hire purchases while your woman is nagging you to fix the leaking washing machine? Your selfish brats around your knees whining for attention.
Does trouble seem so bad now? And as both options lead to the grave in the end you might as well grab all the fun you can along the way. Live a little. Drink a little. Toot it up a little. What did some old guy once say? Some ancient Roman guy, wasn't it? Make love to all the women you can while you're alive 'cos you've got no chance once you're dead and buried.
And who knows, you might come out ahead for a short while. And that's all any man can expect this side of the grave.
That's what I think, if you're asking.