A perfect imperfection

Purpose

Is it like that? Is it life supposed to be like that? Why does everybody has to be the same? I really don't get it. What's the purpose of living if you are not free to chose? To chose. That's a prohibited word. I shouldn't say it, even shouldn't think about it. But it sounds interesting. Choose. When people could CHOOSE who to be, and what to be, early in those times, it was awsome. Althoug teachers say that it was a problem, I would love to choose something in my life just for one time. 'Don't you ever say that word again young lady" says my tutor whenever I tell my sisters about my ideas. 'And by the way, you select things every day. You select who do you talk to, you select where to sit in school, you even select who your friends are!'. It's really annoying. But the truth, is that I was like them. Just a silly and blind object. Life was so "perfect" in a bad way. Perfection is supposed to be good in out lifes. Perfection is being beautiful and equal. I'm done with those words. I can't stand one damn minute more in this life ruled by manuals, instructions and un-colored faces. I have to do something. I am supposed to do something. If not, if I don't do what I think it's rigth, what would be the purpose of life?