This unending journey called life...

I feel like I'm forever searching for something, maybe the meaning of life, and I'm forever unfulfilled and don't belong and alone ultimately..I wonder if it's an indication of my mental state or whether it's ok for me to feel this way..Sometimes I feel so empty and wonder what is the point of living, is it really just to enjoy life and try to be happy? But for all my efforts at enjoying I seldom do because I end up worrying whether am enjoying or supposed to be enjoying..And whatever enjoyment I get it's just temporary and then I'm back in that depressive state again..Sometimes I think it's better if I'm dead.