If my purpose in life was my job I’d have killed myself ages ago. And I like my job, but it has never been a purpose, it funds my purpose.
My recent purpose in life is to live to be 100, and my MD says I will.
Have to live that long because nobody else would put up with my bitchy kitty, Daisy. Only her mom (me) loves her. I often tell her, “You’re the worst cat in the universe, but I love you anyway”.
She may or may not respond by biting me. Fewer bites and scratches now that she’s 8. BTW we have the same birthday, and I’ve been accused of....well, you know.