"Your eye must stay on the grand prize, Scorpio, if you wish to contain any stray rebel-cries or erratic itches which might otherwise discharge themselves from you during a momentary ego-surge. You ought to have enough to be genuinely excited about (provided that you are indeed intentionally orienting yourself in a specific direction) to keep your imagination happily occupied with future-minded visions… and, as a result, any passing irritations with a present-time happenstance can hopefully be kept in check before they spur an impassioned, though aimless, lurch. I'd even declare it okay to indulge certain escapist inclinations, if, of course, you're only 'escaping' the triggering reality by immersing yourself in creative conceptions, inspiring daydreams, and artistic inventions—but not (as we've already discussed) literally escaping the real-life situation. But just because it's presumably becoming more and more obvious how much else you could be reasonably aspiring to achieve out there in the game, that isn't enough to justify potentially imperiling your present status by trying to prematurely collect on a prospective, forthcoming greatness which you haven't yet manifested."
Oh man. I so have this issue... It's very very hard right now to not be all "I can almost taste it!"