choose life.

choose a job.

choose a career.

choose a family.

choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.

choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.

choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.

choose a starter home.

choose your friends.

choose leisurewear and matching luggage.

choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday night.

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 embarrassment to the selfish, fucking up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.

choose your future.

choose life.

a pensar nas nêsperas do mário-henrique leiria

(trainspotting - danny boyle, 1996)