“
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television!
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, & electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, & dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments”.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear & matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose diy & wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose no to choose life.. I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons. ”
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television!
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, & electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, & dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments”.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear & matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose diy & wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose no to choose life.. I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons. ”
from “Trainspotting” (by Danny Boyle, 1996).
