I wanted a job, a valued and respected career that provided an ample return on my investment so that I could support a happy family life and aviation is not it.
You've told us ad nauseum what you wanted. You wanted to be James Bond. You wanted to live like a king. You wanted it all, so you got out of aviation after 20 years of abject failure and are preaching to the masses about the tragedy of your own failing and your perception of the wisdom of your decision.
How's it working out for you, your majesty (or shall we call you Mister Bond)?