All life has a purpose.

I sit down and wonder about each

But my smile falls; that tells me otherwise.

I wonder what mines is.

Perhaps I would like my purpose to be like a flower.

use for happiness and grief.

Or perhaps a butterfly.

They have significant meaning in everyone's life.

Am I supposed to make my own, or is it given, or is it already decided?

All I know is that I would like a purpose, no matter if it's small or big.

Just a purpose