A first and a good move

Yessir,
I finally did something that I've always wanted to do. I dropped out. They call it withdrawing but I prefer the former term. Really, it's satisfying. Taking everything everyone expects and inverting it in a way that doesn't make sense to them is liberating. I've seen and experienced enough people dropping out to know when it shouldn't be done (stress and fear of failure come to mind). What I didn't know until now was when it should be done.
You should drop out when you realize that what you're doing won't make you happy in the present or in the future. You should leave when you're reliving past experiences and you can retaste the vomit in the back of your throat. It's time to go when the only smiles you can muster are at other people's misery.
So I knew. I knew it was time when I wasn't happy and when it seemed like a past degree of mine. I had to, I owed it to myself.
It was nice to have a personal epiphany to accompany the dropout. Nice to realize what you want to do and how to go about achieving that end. Nice to feel passion about things other than women. Nice to finally have a purpose. Nice that I can now mock myself for being on a path. Nice, in general.
Many I've told worry that it wasn't right for me, that I should have stuck with it, that I'm losing out on an opportunity. They're wrong. I'm not. I now know what I want and it took this mistake to learn it. I did what I had to, I learned from my blunder.
This wasn't an opportunity for me. It was a rehashing of anguish, a revision of a time I didn't like. It was everything I worried it would be, everything that I lied to myself it wouldn't be. It was, ultimately, not for me.
I was/am capable, different teachers and peers have said as much (and really, I already knew that). I didn't need to prove it to myself this time round. English literature already did that.
I come away from this with an understanding. Maybe even having part of Heraclitus' way revealed to me in a Heideggerian way. Time is only wasted when you're doing something you can't value. I reflect now and see that I haven't wasted much time in my life. Moreover, I'm not prepared to waste it.