My purpose In life can never be something beyond my control. That would be insanity.
To make people happy
To save people from hardship
To be admired by others
To win an Oscar
I do not control these things, though sometimes it seems like I’ve attained them. I’m grateful when I do (and, when I’m thinking clearly, I’m grateful when I don’t.)
They’re all rewarding pursuits ...until I don’t attain them. I can lie to myself that I don’t care, but only for so long before things fall apart. I’m grateful for this, because then I can clear up my thinking.
My purpose in life can only be something either inevitable or completely within my control. (Do those things mean the same thing?)
At the same time, I find that, as much as I’d like it to be my choice, my purpose in life is not up to me. The universe organizes itself perfectly - without my ego’s consent or approval - so that I am always perfectly serving my purpose in life whether I am aware of it or not.
I can argue with reality by pursuing an ego-chosen “purpose,” but I have found that the universe, in all its benevolent kindness, ignores my choice if it is not my actual purpose and will only allow me to live out my actual purpose.
My purpose is the universe’s purpose and the universe will never fail to do what it does.
So I see no point it worrying about it. And a lot of reason to just enjoy the ride.