THE purpose and Baudelaire's spleen

Purpose, this word came to me many times lately, mainly because of the mix feeling that surrounded me for the last day or so. It's hard to describe it, what comes to my mind is what the french writer Baudelaire described as the "spleen". A strange melancholy, blues and sadness that raise without any apparent reason.

Initially I wanted to write this in french but I found no single word to describe the subject better than the english word : "purpose", at least in my eyes. In french you would have had to elaborate to express the matter.  In English your mind is the one who does the extra work, the word "purpose" by itself can bring so much meaning.

When I was reflecting about my feelings and trying to find their "source". I found that all my reflections were taking me to different path and roads but still they were all heading in the same direction somehow : the purpose of oneself. It inspired me to to write those lines .

PURPOSE

Without it we are weak and fragile 

Without it we are like undead 

Without it we are all but transparent

Without it we are keen to sadness and deception

Without it we are, not

Every one of our days needs to have a purpose 

Every one of us need a purpose 

It does not need to be big or impressive

In fact in can be really small and light

But it needs to be ! to be as clear as cystal !

The same way we need air and water to live

We need purpose 

The same way every atom, cell of our body have a role

We need purpose

Our well beeing depends on it

Our joy depends on it

WE depend on it

Do not wait and find yours 

For today and the days to come

Do not settle, until you found it 

As for me, I'm still in pursue of today's one...

Ricardo Da Fonseca