Over the July 4th holiday I had the privilege of spending time with some people who seem to have had a feeling of purpose their whole lives. They seemed comfortable with themselves and others, could look back on many successes etc. I, on the other hand, have never had any sense of why in the world I might be here. I seem to have set off in many directions, rolled with the flow, taken a stand now and then, but basically left a trail of not much significant behind. When does the light come on?! I'm curious to know how many of you have felt a life-long sense of purpose.