Life As We Know It

The purpose of life to me resembles a mind boggling mathematic problem that will remain unsolved, for the complexity maybe too overwhelming for the average human mind, such as mine, to comprehend. As I ruminate and reminisce of time to come and time gone by, I find myself in the midst of several questions that revolve around the purpose of life. Is it just to grow up into an urbane person who would have decent manners and be perfectly courteous? Who would try to please the people around him/her and turn into the impeccable image of a person that others expect of him/her? Get a job, desperately earn money like a drowning man trying to stay afloat, get married, have kids and soon perish?
It might all seem humorous or harsh in a strange way when summed up in just one line, but given a little bit of thought, isn’t this exactly how we are meant to live our lives?
Of course there are exceptions that are seldom visible among the majority who follow the same monotonous or as I would call it, robotic life pattern. How would our lives be if we could live by our own rules? Strive to achieve our own goals and just live each day to the fullest, not having to abide by the superficial laws set by society.
Who wouldn’t want to live vehemently and feel the zest of life? Wouldn’t even the safest living person want to experience living life on the edge, even a minute?
Would that be considered as breaking the rules or would that mean living life for a purpose? The purpose of experiencing adventure, or a little more sanguinity.

For sadly we only live once, unless I come back as a crazy giraffe in my next life after death, I wouldn’t consider restating the fact mentioned.