To me, this is a very neoliberal idea of an interesting life. Skipping between continents and having outlandishly mental issues is interesting only within a worldview that promotes the accumulation of experiences at the cost of belongings, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. I see an interesting life as the one where a person figured things out, made something out of nothing, thought deeply, loved with constance, and can share insight instead of outré vignettes of almost dying in coups in places he doesn’t understand or care about.
The most fascinating biography I have ever read is of Anthony Trollope who worked like a dog to provide for his family while pursuing his dream of becoming a well-paid author. He was a very stable person in every way, and I don’t think that made him less interesting than adrenaline-crazed snowflakes making a nuisance of himself in Africa and Poland.