Choose life

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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last 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 why would I want to do a thing like that?

Siempre a principio de año y en momentos de crisis me viene a la mente este texto, Muy conectado con mis publicaciones anteriores de Desapego, no lo se, me parece que de pronto todo esto que “tengo” no me hace falta, necesito ir a buscar otras cosas dentro de mi, dentro de mi familia, dentro de mi relación de pareja.

Los satisfactores típicos, se me quedan cortos, quiero algo mas…