It can feel frustrating at times. I have moments when I look back, see all of the progress I've made, look in the Now and see how much more of Myself I've become, and look to the future and see an infinite jumble of potentials and danger.
But then I think about my grandfather, who considered attending two universities (which, granted, was a very big thing back then, so credit where it's due) was all the growth he would ever need to become better than everyone else, then proceeded to live an additional 60-odd years of stagnation, frustration, anger and fear. He refused to accept that there were so many other things to learn.
He even refused to learn how to use a cell phone when they first started popping up (and, if you think old age is an excuse, then I give you my uncle, his brother, who's 10 years older than my granddad was and is rocking an iPad like a high-school Senior). He refused to learn how to use a computer, although literally everyone else in the house knew how to teach him the basics. He refused a lot of things, but mostly he refused to treat people as equals, leaning into his sense of superiority even when he got so old and decrepit, that he couldn't even count on himself for the basics of human life.
If this is the alternative, then gimme that endless road and a good pair of sneakers.