Luck vs. Life

Luck is defined by circumstance.
Webster portrays luck as "good fortune; advantage or success, considered as the result of chance." But I believe to truly be considered lucky, certain requirements must be met. For one, an instance empowered by luck of any kind, whether good or bad, cannot happen too often, or the magic of rarity is lost. Overwhelmingly trite occurrences are habits, not chance. But perhaps the most rare notion on earth is that of living. Anyone and everyone has the opportunity and means to exist, but the idea of actually living one's life to its fullest and absolute potential is nearly impossible.
But is it luck that sustains living, or passion? Does devotion override coincidence? It is not 'lucky' that few are able to live a life filled with every emotion wrought out and scrolled across thousands of pages of huge hard-back books. It is complacency. Once one is truly aware of the necessities and loves of the world, and is content with the repercussions, they are permitted to experience what it is to live.
Alas, then we arrive at the question: to what ends does such living pertain to? Are regrets and fears an essential aspect of living, or are they variables deliberately placed to prevent such freedom? And if so, how is one to overcome such obstacles in order to fully live his or her own life? Is it luck that some are afraid of heights, while others notoriously climb mountains? No, it is the seperation of passion. Not everyone can love everything because then experts and prodigies would be at a loss. Existance is a mere coincidence in the mind because everyone possesses the ability to be, but very few possess the will to live. It is when we miss out on important issues that living life becomes a vague recognition of the mind. Pestering petty problems will never solve them, but moving on provides closure and serenity.
Just live and let live.