It seems that many of us drift along without direction. It always puzzled me for so long how others seemed to posses such purpose.
I've only very recently come to the realisation that I'm very much a creature of the present (and the past). Of course I know that there is a tomorrow, a next week etc, but my mind almost rebels when forced to contemplate it. I'm incapable of long term plans (such as holidays etc) much to the continuing disappointment of my other half.
The more I think about it, I think the problem is not only does my mind rebel, but it doesn't ever really occur to me to consider beyond the end of today.