Set me to Purpose

It is late, but a simple quick reoccurring thought slide through my mind. People don't seem to have a purpose. People don't seem to care for one. People don't seem to recognize what it is they are doing. I do not meaning what they are doing at the very moment. I mean to set the question of why live? To each person there is a different answer. Though I have spoken to many upon the subject, and when the question is presented they do not know how to answer it. Now am I suggesting that I know the answer? No, I have have only the purpose I have set upon myself. For without it I see none, and without it I would surely leave this place, I do not like it. Though there are many pleasant and wonderful things about it I often find myself in the position of apathy. I do not care, save that of my purpose. I may not understand life or know why I should continue to live, but I understand why I am still breathing. And I understand why I must continue to do so as well. What is the point without purpose?