The problem is we all knew we would end up flying before we were taught the value of money. As far as I can remember, I always went to sleep watching airplanes pictures. Old, recent, small, big, jets, heavy bombers, airliners, private, gliders, I wanted to fly them all. Then later, my dad taught me that money isn't infinite.
Took me 30 years to get a decent degree that got me a good job with an honest pay check but the dream was still there unaltered. What did I did? Forgot what my dad told me, got my licence, got married, own a house, had kids,... Today, I have to save my money for months to get 2 hours of flying. Sometimes, I wait a few more months to be able to rent a small twin just because it's fun. As long as they renew my medical, I'll be poor. But I'll also be a happy men who's still like a kid and run outside each time an airplane pass by just to see it.