empty

My life is empty. I sit and wonder why I am here and what am I suppose to be doing with my life. As the days fly by I feel empty. You try and analyze life and your purpose, still I come up with nothing. I do everything I can for everyone and it stills fills my glass half empty. What must I do? I sit in this house that is suppose to be mine yet I feel like a stranger. I work my ass off yet nothing feels satisfying. I do what I feel is right yet it falls off this mountain I have tried to built for 33 years. Yes I have ,ome a long way and I am proud of what I have created, but still feel empty.