About a year ago I pulled into a small state/county park in the San Bernardino Mountains in So Cal. Struck up a conversation with the young (to me) attendant. Seems he was an aspiring rock star who, now in his mid-40's, still occasionally got called into LA for studio work, etc. He collected entrance fees and basically kept an eye on things. He was paid essentially minimum wage. Had a rent free hook-up site. When the season ended, he received unemployment. He suggested that were I interested, the campground right up the road was looking for a host.
His story really resonated with me. In the days of my youth, I was considered to be a very talented musician/songwriter. Opted out of that craziness & took the college path instead. Great career later, our monthly retirement is likely more than this young man's yearly income. He followed his dreams. I didn't. But I wouldn't trade places even for a second. You're young. Enjoy it. But look 2 steps ahead. I enjoyed being a kid with a guitar. But I chose to grow up. Now I truly enjoy traveling down the road in a big beautiful motorhome knowing that '57 Strat (a very valuable guitar I'm told) is stored away with all the memories of my past lives. Now I'm making even better memories with the love of my life in the seat next to me. Sometimes the best road is the road most traveled.