More to life?

'There's gotta be more to life, than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me.'

That Stacie Orrico has a ring to it. And it makes sense too. The song popped up in my iTunes and while listening to it, I was left in a general wonderment of some things in life. A pondering if you will, even more so now that i'm being exposed to the working world.

Is there really more to life?

Is there more than working at a dead-end, nine-to-five job in a town or place you're been staying at for your entire life? Is there more to life than exercizing the routine you've been repeating for only-god-knows how long? Is there more out there?

Questions like these don't answer themselves. Most of the people around me have plans...LIFE PLANS. A plan that they will work hard to stick to and achieve whatever goal it may be. I only stare and envy them 'coz to be frank, I don't have a PLAN. Hell, I don't even have a PLA...

So seriously, is my life merely a waste? Does my existance mean nothing to the world? Am I just here to reduce the resources of the world? I feel like I wanna be a part of something. Something that I can hopefully be proud of. It doesn't have to be something big but enough to make a mark in the world. It doesn't have to be a big dent...maybe a scratch will do. Or am I doomed to live a life so mundane that I become diagnosed with severe boredom. Does everyone get their 15 seconds of fame? More than that perhaps? If one does, then when will it come? How will you know when it's your moment in life? That moment in which you actually count for something in this world.