Flying helicopters for a living is like crack addiction.
Despite all the good advice from people not to you try it anyway and that first experience is just like you had always imagined only better. The next couple of years disappear in a black hole of experimentation whilst also losing your house, all your possessions and most of your friends. Ten years later you wake up broke, morally bankrupt and miserable in a strange place where you can't speak the language. You are surrounded by people who are just like you all talking about how they are going to get out of the life and start fresh but never actually doing anything about it with the only consolation being that if they are not as f%&ked up as you then they are not far behind.