I am 42 years old now, and I feel as if I have lived my life for others. I don't have a strong passion for anything. I wish I did, because it would give the life I am living now more meaning. Instead I feel as if I am just putting in my time. I have had a hard life as far as marrige and financial security goes, but I have a close bond with all three of my children, and I am not depressed. I have interest, such as science, religion, and the occult, but I don't feel passionate enough to need to prove, or look for proof, about opinions I have formed on these subjects. For instance, I believe in reincarnation. I even have some vague memories, but I am not passionate enough about it to put much energy into finding out who I was. I just accept that "I was" and leave it at that. My two daughters both have talents. The oldest one has a passion for writing, and she really excells in it. The younger one is a talented artist, and her passion for art is amazing. I am sometimes a bit envious of them. I just wish there was something I had a strong passion for.