It seems I never really contemplated about my life in such an intensity as today.

Thinking about my life is depressing, because I have achieved very little I can be proud of. I'm 40 years old, have no children, I'm divorced and single. I don't have friends, and scrape by financially. I work in a job I don't really enjoy, but I'm too lethargic to take classes.

I just drift along and let life happen to me. I feel this strong drive to live with more purpose, but don’t even know what that purpose is.