I'm more or less intrigued by the idea that, objectively, we are insignificant. Sure, we are living and breathing organisms on this habitable planet, but compared to the earth, the sun, and the solar system, etc., we're microscopic. For example, the average lifespan of a man in the US is about 76 years, I believe. A star's lifespan breaches the billions. So in terms of time and space, the human experience is less than a micro-second of existence.
We perceive existence through our reality. Reality is relative, the human perception of living and existing in the universe through thoughts, sensations, and concepts that are learned and/or programmed in the human species. This reality gives me purpose. I may see things as insignificant because I know they only exist due to the human brain and its ability to translate existence into the life we perceive, but I'm not foolish enough to allow these notions to hinder my own human experience.
I've been enlightened, or some pessimists may say jaded, for years. I break down and overanalyze every aspect of life. Objectively, I think everything is pointless, however, HUMAN logic and emotion keep me grounded. Family and relationships are very important. The fact that I feel emotions, whether emotions are just chemical reactions to outside stimuli or not, I still feel them. This creates my reality. I can argue all day that it life really isn't a big deal, you die anyway. My intellect allows me to see the two sides. On one hand, nothing matters, on the other hand I am still human. Therefore, I still experience "the real world" while being able to understand how and why it all works.
College is simply an institution established to prepare people with certain skill sets for certain jobs. In the real world, you need the degree. I will get my degree, without a doubt. However, this degree doesn't determine my intellect, it only displays my work ethic and academic ability - not my IQ. I read people like books, their bodies being the pages, telling me their stories and their inner monologues. I see complex relationships between almost everything I think of, look at, or hear. It's all second nature. These things I've learned from life. The older generations call me an old soul. I'm not simply wise beyond my years, I'm very intelligent. Do I live up to my full potential? Hell no. But, I have the potential and I have years to hone in on it.
So, you ask me: what is my purpose in life as I see it?
My purpose in life is to enjoy this human experience, this unique type of existence, to the best of my ability. I want to be happy and successful, using my own connotations of the words, of course. I want to have great relationships and get the most out of the mere 76 years I get to experience. Sometimes having this "higher thought" or enlightenment as it's sometimes called, can be a burden; it makes me challenge and rebel against many of our society's rules and sense of morality. But for the most part, having such a great understanding of the world around me, the people who surround me, and the life I'm living, is wonderful.
As much as I can break things down, I still have an innate inclination to be human: to be born, to learn and grow as a child, to mature through adolescence into young adulthood, to follow the human life cycle. Along this journey, my purpose is to learn and understand as much as possible, to gain as much wisdom from experience, and to live as happily as I can, on my terms and within the realm of humanity.