Here's the paradox almost nobody says out loud: you cannot find meaning by looking for meaning. It's like water on the horizon — the harder you walk toward it, the further it slides away. People spend decades chasing purpose and end up more lost, because the chase itself is the wrong move.
Purpose isn't a thing you discover out there, like a lost key. It shows up sideways — when you're absorbed, present, doing the thing in front of you without grading it. Meaning is a byproduct of being here, not a prize for searching hard enough.
So the real question isn't 'what's my purpose?' It's 'what's between me and just being fully here?' Usually it's a pile of beliefs about what you're supposed to be doing. Clear those, and purpose stops being a question — it becomes the quiet obviousness of your own next step.
If you ask the wrong question, you can't arrive at the right answer. Change the question.
Then you were probably looking for the wrong thing — a grand external Purpose with a capital P. Drop that and look at what's actually alive in you when you stop performing. Purpose is less a destination than a direction you can only feel from inside your own present life.