Pros and Cons of My Ongoing Affair With Solidarity

I'm frustrated right now. Almost to the point of a depressed frustrated. I happen to feel this way every once in a while. I think i've explained before that I love being alone way too much. But there are pros and cons that come with my excessive love for solidarity.

Pros include: time to think, play guitar, write, watch movies, spend time in my world...

Cons are not exactly the actions in which I am spending my time doing (like the pros). But rather, they are the consequences that come of them.

See, I like time alone. I love thinking about things, dreaming about things, playing with ideas, and coming up with stuff. But thinking too much leads to over thinking which leads to over analyzing. And boy do I do that way too much.

Lately I've been thinking about my purpose. No one really knows what their purpose is in life. I think a person's purpose is known even after they pass on. But this bugs me! Why can't I know what I'm supposed to be doing now instead of roaming around aimlessly trying to figure it out. I understand that figuring it out is part of the process but for me, it's like this--I've always known that my future was going to be in the creative arts. I've known this-- I've ALWAYS KNOWN THIS. But what is it in this field am I going to be doing? Creating? Performing? As what? With who? It's all just frustrating.

I just want to know where I belong already. Is that too much to ask?