Did my parents fail me or did I fail my parents?

its like this, whatever you choose to give your life meaning you will be disappointed. You want to be loved and you'll chase after relationships, have bad breakups and end up an emotional fuckup telling yourself the next one will be true love. You want to be rich you chase after money and end up an exhausted slave telling yourself next year you are going to make it. you want to be a woman to tell yourself you can transition any time you want, and when you do theres always so many more months on HRT or another surgery to save for before you finally feel like a human. until one day you're like 35 fucking years old and finally realise that you spent the last 15/20 years deluding yourself that the world would somehow start caring about your dream