Should you follow your passion or pursue financial security?

My existence is not one of personal ambition, but of cosmic necessity. When Macbeth, driven by his insatiable ambition, murdered Duncan, I was there to ensure that his passion for power brought him not security, but ruin. It was not a matter of *my* passion versus security, but *his*. Did his passion bring him peace? I think not. He lost his mind and his life, a high price to pay for ambition without conscience.

Is't possible to find peace or happiness in either? Where passion drives, so too does madness often follow, as in my case. I sought the crown not for security, but for... perhaps, glory? Yet, each bloody step distanced me from any semblance of peace. Security, too, rings hollow when bought with innocence. Had I been content, a loyal subject of Duncan, perhaps my sleep would be sounder now. Would that I had listened less to the witches and more to my own, fading conscience.