Good morning. We both should be out enjoying a beautiful day.

I feel better helping others, rather then asking for help. Of course one can be taken advantage of when coming from that direction.

I have spent most of my life trying to be a good parent. The last few years of my mother's life being a good daughter.

As, I get older I am not needed much anymore. I am losing my sense of purpose in life. But, maybe it is the natural order of things in life, as we age.

I feel no sense of pupous because where I live I am misseable. My mother begged on her children to move 2200 miles away from home and help care for her. Who did ? Me and my spouse and kids. Who did not nor has even seen their mother but once in the last 7 years ? My asshole brother who hasn't said one word to me since he was kicked out for drugs. It pisses me off because now she is moving home after we came up here with that basterd of a son.... Now I'm here in a town that is cruel, full of drunks, drugs, and the snottiness/ clickish off the grid abnormal town which is on an island with no way out but by plane or ferry. I'm stuck !!! Holy bleep, where's the Tylenol !!!!

Wooooshhhh getting that out was such a rush that I misspelled something's. Oh well, this isn't a spelling lesson :)))))

Urrrgggg auto correct put a comma where it does not belong. That's it, I'm going back to bed.

Helping people :)

Guess your doggies don't want you dressing them up in little outfits huh? That might be entertaining -just don't tell them who suggested it!

Don't worry Amanda- we can read your post(s) fine!

Wow that's a good observation. I am exactly that way too. Never thougth of it that way, but when I am sitting here bursting full of ideas and want something to do and have nothing to do and am bored, I feel like i have no sense of purpose. I get that.

Thanks for posting this.

I have no purpose, I barely exist.

I can completely relate to Amanda's remarks about living in an isolated area. I think that people in remote areas, for the most part, become abnormal. I don't care if they like me or not - they don't know me, but after what I have endured for the past few years, I can't believe that nothing has ever happened here. It is complete insanity. Could be all the in-breeding. I have met a few decent people here, but I honestly didn't know places like this existed.

My purpose is to be the best version of myself possible (maybe next year), to make stuff and to live until I die - not just exist.

If I were in a position to make a difference in the world- first and most important - zero tolerance for bullying, everywhere. It is ruining this country. Next - cutting out corruption in govt and businesses. I would be pretty busy :)

You have a purpose heretic-you just haven't found it yet! God has kept you around for a reason and it isn't to torture you-even though it may seem like it.

Yes, I need a sense of purpose to be happy. The sense of purpose is pleasure. Everything we think and do should be fun. My sense of purpose is productivity in the form of meaningful work that brings pleasure as well as money, in the form of exercise that makes me feel strong, and humor that makes me laugh.

love and contentment give me purpose, neither of which, I have at this time.

I had a sense of purpose when I was raising my son, who is now 33. I had a tremendous sense of purpose when I got my aa degree and worked at a hospital and doctors offices as medcial assistant and cardiac tech, was also part of the trauma team.
Lost that when I got sick and am now on disability.

I really need to find a new sense of purpose in order to be happy.

Well aka you can also attribute your postings here as a sense of purpose. Your helping others by posting, maybe talk more about your disability on the posts. Write a book about it. I'm sure there is someone who can be helped by your posting about it, and maybe start a blog, I don't know just throwing out some ideas.

I have discovered that I serve no meaningful purpose in life other than to be used as a need and tool by others than discarded like unwanted trash, even by my family and so called friends. This seems to be my only purpose in life. What a fd up life it is.

Pinterest fan, thank you. Between the native Indians not wanting new people period, these people are inbred, drug and alcohol induced crazy people. The whites are stuck up Hippocrates who think thei poop smells like roses and other cultures are just plain mean. People here do not know the true meaning of friendship. Do you know that my husband sees people who come into the auto store almost daily. They know him..... Yet when we are out in public and he says hi to them, they completely walk by with no word.....