I have all sorts of ideas about what I want to be when I grow up... I'm thirty-three years old, and I still envision all sorts of things. My fault of not being in the moment is that I live in the future (which is obviously illusory). There's no sense to live anything but the moment, but alas I'm human. That's why I love Jiu-Jitsu and art; when it's good I have no choice but to be here now.
I also often commit the other sin; I worship idols, or I make humans into Gods. I see someone whom I admire, and I forget who I am. I then envision myself as them, and wonder what steps I need to take to become them. It's a futile endeavor, and not worth it in the end. I've got this life to make what I will of it. That's the deal. That's the whole point of freewill. It isn't about abandoning our unique path to embody an imposter.
That being weighed and considered, I know my path is being paved. It's a road I've traveled for thirty-three years, and it hopefully goes for many more years. The path is hiding in shadows, and then I shine more light on it, and I walk a little further. I've tripped more than a couple times down the road, and I can't fixate on it. That was in the path miles before I got to this point (typing away on my laptop). I wish you well on your trek, and say "hello" to you as you read this entry.