On What Comes Next

I have been living life for a while now, yet I am still adrift in a sea of uncertainties.

It is strange to think that all I heard growing up was how people grow up and just realize what they were meant to do with their lives, as if an epiphany comes as standard when you hit a certain age, as if the knowledge of what your role is in life is genetically preprogrammed in us, as if what we are bound to do, to be in our lifetime is absolutely and utterly inevitable.

Yet here I am, twenty four years of age and nearly absolutely clueless. 

Not about life really, but rather my role in it; there is nothing that I am particularly great at. 

I don't have any gift which makes me especially suited for a specific task, nor is there any sort of overriding "calling" or sense of purpose in my life. 

Am I destined for mediocrity, an average unremarkable existence with no real meaning? 

What will be my legacy, the thing that I am remembered for most when I kick the bucket? 

Will I stumble blindly upon my calling in life and live a fulfilling life, or will my legacy be a sadly melodramatic unfulfilled wish for a more profound existence? 

Maybe I am one of the countless nameless individuals that live out incredibly ordinary, normal lives before dying a similarly ordinary death.
Perhaps my tombstone will read
'Here Lies Mike Aram Alexander Meijer, Extraordinarily Ordinary Everyman.'