Waiting For Answers

I want to cry like a baby, but that's not going to make things better. Perhaps, I was spoiled as a child. Perhaps, I didn't have to do enough for myself. Whatever happened to me sure makes things more difficult. I'm all grown-up and still searching for direction. Why can't I just find my way? How many years of hardship must I endure? How many years must I stumble through life trying to figure what's really going on? God has some sort of purpose for me, hopefully. I'm certainly waiting for some answers.