Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big fucking 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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose morning-papers and the endless wondering of who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, spending you last years in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
But… what if I do not want to? If I just wanna choose to go through the day and night, without looking backward, nor forward? Just existing in the very now? Just don’t give a damn about those last years, and cut it to the case and be alive, for real?