Purpose

I strolled through the busy village, the hustle and bustle interrupting my thoughts every stride I took. People stopped abruptly looking into windows, saying hello, and annoying others. Bright fabrics meshed together against the contrast of drab stucco and brick buildings. Each and every one of these people were full of delight, despair, and desperation. Each looking and grasping for a purpose until they found it. My thoughts drifted around the village drawing in inspiration. Each person had a purpose or a thirst for a purpose that kept them here. Their purpose was the reason for life, for importance. The rich and poor all had a purpose, they were all valued by someone, and they all had some source that made them keep on going every day. When they found it they could finally be complete. From what I have found is that people rarely find this satisfaction. Their purpose directed them to places. Just as mine had. Finding purpose had drawn me back to the place it all originated.