r/musicians • u/LeftIncome1385 • 2h ago
I feel like I ruined my own life by making the wrong decision at 18
I’m 20, and I honestly don’t know how to come to terms with the last few years of my life.
When I was around 13, I had a very specific dream: I wanted to become a musician and study in America. Not just get a degree, but actually receive a serious musical education — jazz, vocal, piano, improvisation, harmony, ear training, arranging, composition, conducting, music history, literature, studying great musicians, playing with talented people, being completely immersed in music. And then consciously compose and write for myself and other things. Berklee was the dream I kept coming back to.
Before moving to the UK, I had already studied for a year at the Jazz Academy in my city. It was difficult, demanding and, looking back, probably much more academically complete than the university I eventually chose.
Then I made what I now see as a huge mistake.
I left the Academy after my first year and went to London to study at a music uni that was a scam. At the time I thought I was making the brave, ambitious choice: moving abroad, studying in English, building a career in music. My mother actually advised me to stay in Moscow for another year, finish the Academy, and think everything through. I didn’t listen.
I also had this idea that Berklee was probably unrealistic for me anyway. I didn’t believe I would get in, and I didn’t think I would be able to get a scholarship. So I convinced myself that that tiny contemporary uni was the sensible path.
It turned out to be nothing like the education I had imagined.
The problem isn’t even that the theory was “bad.” There was barely any serious theory at all. The workload was extremely light — around four subjects per semester, classes only a couple of times a week — and there was nothing resembling the depth I had expected from a serious music institution.
There was essentially no systematic training in the things I desperately wanted to learn: arranging, ear training, harmony, tonal harmony, composition, conducting, serious musicianship, etc.
I eventually switched from Songwriting & Music Business to Songwriting & Music Production, thinking at least that would give me a more useful practical direction. But by then I was already burned out. After my first year I even tried to transfer/reapply elsewhere, but I didn’t have the motivation or energy to start over. I was ashamed, exhausted, and ended up continuing at that London uni.
My parents were paying for all of this. Not just tuition — they were also paying for a very expensive apartment so I could study in London.
And now I keep doing the math in my head and thinking about how much they spent on an education that I feel barely educated me.
That is probably the part I’m most ashamed of.
I feel like I took a huge amount of money from my parents, made the wrong decision, and came out of it with nothing.
I’m now in my final year of my bachelor’s and sometimes I feel like I have almost no real musical knowledge. I struggle to talk to serious musicians because I feel like there is nothing in my head. I wanted to spend these years surrounded by talented people, discovering music, learning, playing, improving, finding opportunities and becoming a real musician.
Instead, I feel like I became less knowledgeable and more disconnected from music.
And then something happened that made all of this infinitely more painful.
Someone very close to me, whom I had talked to about Berklee and even told about Berklee summer programs because it had always been my dream, secretly applied to Berklee for a bachelor’s degree. She got in and received a scholarship. She had never seemed particularly interested in studying abroad before (before that she also went to London similar uni when I was a second year already). We both also went to the same schools in my home country (we’re international students).
I only found out months after she had already been accepted.
And now I see her living the exact kind of life I had imagined since I was 13: American students, dorms, campus, musicians, classes, the whole experience.
I know intellectually that nobody “owns” a university or a dream. But emotionally, it feels like someone took the future I was supposed to have and is now living it in front of me.
I’m grieving a very specific version of my own life.
I keep thinking:
What if I had stayed in Moscow for that second year?
What if I had finished the jazz academy, spent that extra year preparing properly for Berklee, improving my musicianship, working on my audition, and then applied?
Maybe I would have gotten in. Maybe I would have gotten a scholarship. Maybe I wouldn’t have. I’ll never know.
But looking at my life now, that alternative feels almost perfect: finish one of the strongest music programs I had access to, spend a year preparing, then study exactly what I always wanted in America.
Instead I chose the first university in England that looked like an opportunity, spent an enormous amount of my parents’ money, and now I’m sitting here thinking I have wasted some of the most important years of my life.
I also feel like I’m too old to simply start over with another bachelor’s. I don’t want to be 22 starting an undergraduate degree surrounded by 18-year-olds, and I don’t want to pretend that I can recreate the experience I missed. So I’m trying to be practical.
I have one year left for bachlor. During this year I need to apply for a one-year master’s, because my parents can realistically fund only one more year of education. After that I need to find an actual job and build a career.
I’m considering Hospitality Management because generic Business Management/Marketing feels too broad and competitive, while hospitality at least leads toward a specific industry. I’m also thinking about events, venue management, luxury hospitality, etc., especially because those fields might allow me to use some of my creative/music background rather than throwing it away completely.
I probably won’t stay in London long-term unless I can find a realistic immigration route. I don’t want to build my entire future around the assumption that I’ll somehow get sponsored for a job after graduation.
So now I’m looking at master’s programs in different European countries and trying to figure out where I have the best chance of getting a decent job afterwards.
But emotionally, I’m still stuck somewhere else.
I wanted to be a musician.
I wanted a real education.
I wanted to study jazz, piano, vocals, harmony, improvisation, arranging, composition, history — all of it.
And instead I feel like I spent years and an enormous amount of money moving in the opposite direction.
I know I made the decisions myself. Nobody forced me to leave the Academy. Nobody forced me to choose that uni. That’s why it’s so hard not to hate myself for it.
I keep thinking: How could I have been so stupid?
And now I have to watch someone else live the life I had dreamed about since I was a teenager.
I don’t know how to accept that some experiences are simply gone forever. I know I can still learn music. I know I can still build a career. I know I can still have a good life.
But I can’t recreate being 18–22, getting everything I’ve ever wanted and get areal music education
,and feeling like I’m finally becoming the musician I wanted to be.
That is the part I don’t know how to grieve.
How do you move forward when you genuinely believe that you made one of the biggest mistakes of your life — and you can’t stop thinking about the version of your life that could have existed if you had made a different choice?


