In short, I'll never be the man that I want to be, because that definition of an ideal is constantly shifting and being reconfigured through constant self-improvement.
It isn't tied to any "goal" outside of financial independence where I can do what I want, when I want, how I want. The reality is, that isn't as far away as I think it is.
Death is probably closer, and that's the constant reminder that I should try to be better every single day.
All of the little daily actions add up over time, don't they?
They sure do, mainly today to massive upper body doms that has me hurting sitting, standing, and even in transition between all the positions.