“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
THE SKEPTIKAL OBSERVER 
I am sorry, I tried but could not understand the msg.
there is no message sir.
just the opening lines of a movie called trainspotting.