We do not get to choose where we are born, our culture or kin, or the condition of the world they brought us into. A true warrior lives honorably and seeks to better the world so those who come after us don't hate us for the choices we did get to make.
But when our home planet blows up, we can choose another world to bless with our presence. And the absolute beauty of it is: if I screw something up, well, I'm just a poor homeless alien who didn't know any better. It's a sweet gig.
Uh, don't tell Willie this.