Not really...
Somewhere in my mind, I feel a bit too young for my own body. And I'm just around your age.
I've been waiting to outgrow things I want to just outgrow, but I'm not so patient to wait for another few years.
Most of my life is wasted on waiting and not knowing what to do. I still don't.
Not for the lack of trying in initiative; a good part of my life is limited by duty and the economy -- if it weren't, I would've moved away long time ago.
And coping in the dark with unknown conditions that consumes my resources. 'Coping with autism' isn't enough in my case.
It's this frustrating self preoccupation that I've been fighting alone for most of my life -- I'm just sick of it consuming my time, my waking life, and a good portion of my decisions and actions around it; further and further...
My body will just keep aging around this head or mind or whatever that stubbornly refuses to just damn move on and live.
I don't feel like I'm missing out -- more like it will come one way or another but; it is always uncertain if it will ever happen.
I just feel frustrated by the lack of linearity. The lack of order. The lack of meeting expectations because that's all it was known.
Walking my own path is a very, very long and exhausting gamble.
Winning, losing, fulfilled, unfulfilled -- either or all may or may not also be a hidden landmine in itself.
And I don't like to gamble a lot.
I don't feel missing opportunities; more like missing a bet that I may or may not win, and winning may or may noy be worth it.
I couldn't seem learn from mistakes and therefore know what to avoid, and I don't know which is right and will guarantee that way that IS worth it until it's there -- it's like that; all of it is just luck from my perspective.
In essence, I don't regret missing out in a sense that I don't regret participating in a game that I don't know (and will never ever master) how to play.
And spending too much time in a game that you don't know what's going on and what the rules are is very frustrating.