I feel like this often. I look at other people my age and younger and see the things they've done with their lives and kick myself for not being where they are. I think I have no purpose, but I really do. Everyone has
svadharma, a Sanskrit term meaning one's personal path, way, or duty. We all have it, but we may not know what it is. It may not be apparent. From what I see in my life, mine is to take care of other people and animals; there may be more to it but I don't see it. That keeps me going, slogging, trudging from one day to the next. Don't the Twelve-Steppers say "one day at a time"?