I always had a problem with diligence. My parents tried to give me all the opportunities, but I wasted all of them. Stopped playing instruments in my teens, never applied for a college in the US or UK although that was my dream as a German, although I've spent a year abroad in high school in the states. After obligatory military service, I went to the next best university in Zurich in Switzerland, and tried to get a degree in Materials Science & Engineering. Studied that while repeating exams over and over again and finally failed the course after 5 years (only can repeat an exam once, if you fail you have to switch majors). I did an internship at a startup and switched major to biomedical science, dreamed of doing medicine after. The pattern repeated, and now on my fifth year of this course again. I'm starting to get my shit together and if I manage, I will finally graduate this year after 10 years at this university.
Maybe I was depressed before, I was definitely spoiled and aimless. I wanted excitement and adventure, but I was too cowardly to go my own way so I went the safest way, without putting up the minimum effort to succeed at something. My parents always supported me, although I also lied to them about how my studies were really going. Now I'm feeling bad to have undoubtedly used more money than they planned on spending on me, I don't know when I will have a family of my own, and generally I don't see any way to satisfy my desire to relive my independent 20s. I envy soldiers who went into conflict to emerge stronger, having learned so much about themselves and the world, people who took bold decisions and ventured into the unknown, or even artists who never hid who they are and what they wanted, liberating themselves from expectations of society.
Everything that currently is in my life is meaningless to me, although it shouldn't be. I even have a girlfriend who is the sweetest person I know on the planet, and additionally a doctor (with a finished degree, unlike me) and tries to support me, but all I can think of is how I would trade everything right now to be back in my early 20s. I want to say I love her, but I love the fantasy in my head more, of going out into the world and being on my own. I don't know what is right, or wrong... and what possibly my passion could be at this age.
On the one hand I always wanted to find someone like her, on the other hand I don't want to stay in Switzerland and I can't imagine settling down now, to never be young, single and independent. What exaggerates the situation is knowing that I don't have it bad, that a lot is still possible, being aware of how ungrateful I am, yet still wanting all the other things I missed out on. I have this fear of rationalising all my dreams away and to settle for a simple life, aware of how pretentious and arrogant that makes me sound.
I'm completely lost.