No title...

Well, I have been thinking alot lately about life in general. I do that from time to time... think :) Anyhoo, I think I tend to over analyze so many things. I think every decision through over and over until I talk myself out of doing so many things. When did I reach this point in my life where I have forgotten to live?? You know, survivors (of any kind, cancer, ship wrecks, whatever..) often talk about the things they thought about while they were going through whatever crisis it was they went through. I had a close call when I was younger, we won't go into that, but somewhere between then and now I seem to have lost perspective. Somewhere in that expanse of time I forgot what it was that I wanted to do here in this life. I have found a great love that fulfills me. I have alot of material things, probably not as much as most, but just some nice things. I live in a decent place and my family life is... okay. In spite of all this, I still feel like I am missing something. Does anyone else feel this way? Sometimes I think that maybe there is some sort of work I am supposed to be doing, or just I don't know, I feel like something is amiss... I think that everyone has some sort of purpose in this life. I just wonder what mine is...