My dad is my dad. I love him, and I realize that he's as famous as he is. Of course, I don't look at him like everybody else does. Because I know his little faults, I know his weaknesses. Nobody's perfect. But he's my dad. Just like your dad is to you.
Awareness cannot be at the end of a process because the very striving, and the process itself, is arising and appearing in the Awareness which is timelessly present.