"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 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 embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life..."
-from the movie, Trainspotting.
I have never seen the movie but came across these lines few years ago. It immediately resonated with me. It neatly surmises our middle class existence. At that time, I remember I scorned at that mundane existence.
Today, couple of years wiser, I see how hard each seemingly mundane step is to achieve . I don't know about rotting away and being an embarrassment to the brats god-willing I will spawn, but apart from it, I am all for stuffing junk food and watching the mind numbing television.
Picking each piece of furniture after fantasizing about it for years, craving for it and when it finally makes an appearance in my life, feel as if I have achieved Nirvana only to crave for the next piece for dream.. that is the cycle of life as I see it. That is all I want out of life.
labels:teenage angst gone, pooye poochu, i am just one among the billion and i am happy being that.