I don't know what I want or is it I know what I don't want?

I have come to terms that I will always have days when I will know what it is I want from and out of life . . . and there will be days that I won't . . . what does remain constant is knowing what I don't want from or out of life . . . such as . . . condemnation . . . confusion . . . judgement . . . when I give of myself . . . I do it freely . . . especially ever since the accident . . . there is no time to be lost or wasted doing something half-way or against one's will. Life is too unpredictable to live one that is not exactly what I want it to be . . . or the closest I can get to it anyway! Am I the only one that feels this way?