So I have had cat least careers plus partnership and motherhood. All these feel like outer purposes, wonderful ones. This still doesn’t feel like Purpose in the huge or cosmic sense of the world. I struggle with the idea of purpose that is assigned to me. Is it a great flaw that I don’t know my purpose? Does my life have innate meaning or d I have to totally make that up?
I do think we have inner purpose and I can see that it feels right that it is to deepen and spread love universally and confront the thoughts and biases where my ego is in the way of seeing someones humanity clearly, as a face of (g)God.
All that said, I wonder if what I am is the unique space where the experiences/ learning I have are occurring, perhaps collecting to add to the collective consciousness. I know when I die my physicality, chemistry, history will dissolve but perhaps I will have some awareness of the universal consciousness we all live in.