I can empathize a little, my friend.
But that being said, as I understand it, you and I come from very different backgrounds, abilities, and choices available both perceived and actual.
I achieved my childhood goals unconsciously, I was only trying to keep me and my family from starving, mostly. I’d pick the interesting looking jobs when I could and do stuff I wanted to when I could also.
as others have said, if you want to be a write, then why not write? Many are the threads I’ve seen here on the Dope asking for critical evaluation(we all know how critical people on the boards here can be;)), help with research and details, opinions and the like by people writing stories.
So, you are a Russian Jew Immigrant to the United States (now a citizen) aaaaannd you can’t write the Great American Novel why? Sounds like the exactly perfect background for writing said novel to me my friend. I do admit some bias though as one branch of my family tree came from Russia.
Anyway, why not try it as a hobby. And if you write something you think is good or people tell you they think is good, it seems, but I don’t know this factually, that self publication seems to be a very popular thing these days.
I tend to think of myself as raw materials as oppose to a refined product. I feel ok about myself as far as the raw materials I was given. I was probably close to 50 years old before I started stepping outside my comfort zone socially and attempting to mix with the kind of people I found interesting. I get slapped down on a regular basis but have enough successes to keep me in the game.
Sure, I have a beautiful wife, a wonderful son, a bunch of friends, a great high paying job in Manhattan, a car, a waterfront condo, additional rental properties and a vacation home in the Hamptons. But I’d trade it all for a little more.
I’m pretty much the same. I’ve had the opportunity to do and learn more than I expected to, racked up more than my fair share of both successes and disasters. So dying at 50 years old, while unfortunate, wouldn’t be a personal regret. I haven’t achieved a final ideal by any stretch of measurement, but the rest of my life I can view as just as an opportunity for more instead of a make-or-break pursuit.