Choose life....

Era 1996, y entre muchas inquietudes que rondaban mi cabeza, un fragmento del controvertido film (en ese entonces) "Trainspotting", quedaría grabado hasta hoy...y cobra sentido, más que nunca...Mis palabras robadas de hoy, son británicas y dicen así...

Choose life. Choose a job.Choose a career, a family. Choose a fucking big TV. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players. Choose good health. Low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose mortgage repayments.Choose a home.Choose your friendsChoose leisure wearand matching luggage.Choose a three-piece suiteon hire purchase! Wondering who the fuckyou are on a Sunday morning.Choose watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows. Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting awayat the end, in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassmentto the brats you've spawned.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

But why would I wantto do a thing like that?. I chose something else.

And the reasons?

There are no reasons.