What is the purpose of life?

No one chooses who we are or will be.
Life or death no one cares.
The universe goes on with or without us.
Why do we continues to exist?
Why create anything?

I create because I choose to. I continue because I choose to.
Because I am alive, I choose to have purpose.
Because I choose to have purpose I am alive.
Is this tiny contradiction enough to stand up to an apathetic universe?

I decide that it is.
That is enough.