Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. We should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open. -- Raistlin Majere
It depends. How I visualize myself changes, for lack of precision... And when I'm in thinking/daydream/talking Ne mode it's quite different.
Often my emotional landscape reminds me of an ocean, storm or calm; I rise and fall, surrendering. Experiencing and being one with this is when I feel most alive. Sometimes I feel like a furnace or a bursting phoenix. Sometimes I think that my skin is going to fall away and I'll be revealed for a being of fire.
“Can a man of perception respect himself at all?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky