The man with many questions

The man was walking He was charming like a fruit Built with strength But he has many questions He went to the church and met a priest He asked "Father, what's my purpose?" The priest didn't answered The man was confused But he asked again "what's my purpose?" he asked The priest still didn't answered The man decided to ask a different one "Father, the world hates me" "I am full of hatred " "They judged, they mistreated me" " Should I forgive them?" The priest still didn't answered The man gave up, full of angered He's on his way to the exit doors But the Priest called him "Before you go" He handled a paper It was empty, no words written The man was confused and asked him "What is this Father?" he asked The priest answered this time "Those questions you asked..." " I cannot answer that" "only you can answer it" "Reflect yourself as a Piece of paper" "I want you to explore and decide" "Do what is best for you" "And write it's answer"