Trainspotting

I happen to notice a poster in my new apartment, it is about famous novel and cult movie called "Trainspotting." I found it interesting, this is what it says:

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?


It neatly summarizes what most of the people think about life.

During my early twenties and came across a cult, members of which were completely taken by thought of not following this conventional path. Unfortunately none of them had clear understanding as to what different they wanted do. Only thing they knew that their life has to be different than this. This also reminds a friend, who wanted to devote his life to study literature and to follow a austere life-style. Unfortunately most of them failed to choose a life.

I never agreed with them, I had a simple understanding of life, graduate (with engineering degree [:)] ) by 21. take up a job (actually, after I graduated, I tried to run a small business ... Well !!! more about this some other time), enjoy bachelorhood and easy money (we can debate on it), buy a house, buy a car, get married, have kids and .... same old stuff.

I got most of the things as planned, but recently different thoughts stared haunting my mind. Where am I heading with all this. Would I really be satisfied with my achievements ? Or is there more to life than all these material success and comforts. I have mood swings between accumulating lot of wealth and following some cult away from all these complexities of life.

For now I have decided to take the conventional path, until I find all my answers,
well however stupid it may sound, I have chosen my path.

N one day, I will get better at writting ... [:-)]