I fly for fun. It's not all consuming, it's just an amusement. Toy planes, cars, tanks and boats are what they are. Toys. I can't get seriously indulged in the political side of it. Sometimes I drop it for other amusement. But I always come back.
I built my first plane with balsa and foam packing from a refrigerator when I was 7. It flew like a refrigerator.
Not willing to give up I built more. And they flew.
I self taught myself and read voraciously on theory. A control line PT19 was the very first model I was given on my 8th birthday. I modified it to be a free flight and it worked out well. It ended it's life on a cold Alberta day when it became one with a grain bin.
Life took over. But I did join Air Cadets and had my Pilots license at 16.
Once I had finished university and made a bit of money, I got my first radio and a powered glider. Then, warbirds. Then, big 42cc gassers. Now, all electric.
Sometime in between I got married and have a beautiful daughter. We traveled the world. We set up a farm in the Philippines where my lovely wife was born. It is my second home.
Playing with toys is akin to meditation for me. I plan on doing it for a very long time.

As a kid, I imagined one day I would build an interplanetary recreational vehicle.
While the starship never got finished, I have had a lot of fun along the way.

Enjoy life, avoid the disease of ego. Be happy. It's a choice.