I'm not sure my story has the same exact direction as everyone else.
I'm 26 now. Growning up as such the black sheep of my family. Grew up abused to extreme proportions, scarring me pretty good, but I suppose we will keep it to the finer points that brought me here.
My brothers and sister barely went through school and everyday life we can say with little effert for anything great planned for themselfs. They didn't have any interests in learning or travelling anywhere. Its like they would be absolutley fine having a 9-5 job if any job for the rest of there lives, and just sit in the same town till they grew old.
I'm the absolut opposist! I don't know what it is but, most the pain, or even the thought of being a walking working zombie for the rest of my life drove me to want to do so much more. I went through school pretty well, but right after high school I started to travel. I had a extreme yearning to learn all the life around me. I lived with many different cultures and attempted to learn alittle bit of what they are. I had many different jobs but didnt mind trying them all. I wanted to do something but didnt know what. In school they usually have you take some test to see what your future job interests would be. I felt like this wasnt what I wanted to do. I wanted to know what was out there and actually try for something more. Always for something more, and I didn't feel like some test would tell me what it was.

On to the another side of me: I'm not that smart. I grew up in a bad, small town. Dispite all I've been through I never got the help Most* normal family's would give there kids. Ether from mother, father, or older sibling, I always had to do everything alone. I was always ahead of those around me but in the rest of the world outside the small town i grew up in im not even middle class smart. (imo) Although I believe I've seen alot of problems and been through alot of major life experiences.
When I was young, bad parenting drove me to hate my family. It seems like I could trust and rely off my friends more then I could my family. Which is really sad I suppose. It brought me to want to make sure no one else had the pain I went through. Not my future kids, not my friend, and nor my brothers, and sister. I felt bad for everyone around me. I didn't want no one to suffer. Although I also felt like those who seemed naturally nagitive to other needed to be stood up to. I can not watch someone ebing bullied or suffer in anyway from another. It's just not in me.
For those whom I Meet and Knew who generally seemed like good people, I would always help with cash(if i had it and if they Needed it), Life problems(if i can generally see the best advice to give, if not just be there to learn a sholder to cry on), Step in to fight outnumbering odds that would threatin then.

To be honest I've done bad things, or maybe it's just a empty feeling i've always had. As if im not finding what I should be doing. It's enough to just always feel like jumping in front of traffic to save a friend or someone who just generally doesnt seem worth saving would just be enough for me.

Which brings me to my main point in posting. I've always felt something Had To Be More out there for me. What was my purpose...For 26 I've travelled over a dozen times. I helped alot of people out, and felt like I've done a ton over the average person. I could do more but haven't found the road lit up for me to focus down. There is something inside me that crawling to do acheieve something greater then a normal life. If not I, ment for greatness.. then maybe this feeling is me trying to help someone else become something greater down the road but I cant find that person or people in need of it.

The discouraging thing is the more I would think about it, the more I feel like maybe I couldn't help or progress as much as I could. This void inside; not only striving me to do more, it drives me crazy with thoughts of:
whats the point trying to think this way...
would I even be helping those as much as I imagine I could...
I lived a shitty life, why attempt trying to fight the fate that my famliy had laid out in front of me...

This may sound corny, but protecting others is whats in my heart. Not as a job, but as what is naturally writting across my soul. It just feels right. Although It's just the 2 core things eatting at me. Of course I also don't feel like I would live long thinking this way. lol, but I suppose none of my friends close by was near oncoming traffic lately. I know whatever the future holds chances are good eventually My Actions, wether remembered by many, few, or even just one from saving a life or changing the world...Will be remembered as hopefully someone who has done a great or many great things.