I guess the feeling that there needs to be a purpose, that there has to be a “goal.” I struggle with days off work, because I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing. I worry that I’m a failure across my life, I don’t know what it means to have done my life “right.”
I used to have that, for a long long time.
Then I realised:
All the other animals are doing things right, just by living their lives and doing what comes naturally. They don’t need to consciously know the purpose and have a goal, they’re fulfilling it already.
I don’t see why humans would be any different. We don’t know what our purpose/goal is but I’m confident that we’re all fulfilling it, whatever it is.
The purpose of life is to live. Just by living, we fulfill our purpose. Life is inherently meaningful, whether you figure it out or not.