I've noticed there are phases, where something twigs us that creates an image of what we want to become (the dream), and then the work we do in pursuit of becoming. It becomes a habit, where it's just something you do when you aren't doing anything else. Then, in time, there's a necessary point where you have to choose between comparing yourself to the image in the dream and, knowing what you do now with some experience, letting the naive belief go, and pursuing the thing only because you enjoy doing it, and for no other reason. That purity of intent can only come after you have some experience. Then one day a long time later, someone out of nowhere says, "wow, I want to be able to do that like you one day."