The purpose of Life is Life itself. There is Nothing to find and Nothing that ‘needs’ doing.
Waking up to this ‘meaningless’ Life, relieves us of any sense of obligation to search.
The quest for ‘Life’s purpose’ can become a hiding place for the Ego.
The ‘paper person’ I have come to imagine that I am is just a collection of repetitive thinking/feeling patterns, with no purpose beyond the one I am making up.
Phew, take a chill pill, stare Death in the face, and in ‘It’s’ eyes notice the Deep Nothingness of Your true Identity.
The purpose of Life is Life itself.