“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 DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment 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 not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?

-Mark Renton, TRAINSPOTTING by Irvine Welsh

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2 Responses to Life-2

  1. B K CHOWLA says:

    I am sorry, I tried but could not understand the msg.

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