It's only words

Words are very powerful. If put together in a coherent way, it could open up minds.

One of the most entertaining and enriching movies I've watched is Trainspotting. And here's what I'd call the genius in the movie:

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 a 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life...

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I haven't seen another piece of prose or text or a quote anywhere that rips apart ordinary life. You don't have to be a drug enthusiast (as in the movie) to appreciate the text... one of the sequences that keeps me thinking all the time... to choose a path that's less trodden by... somewhere, sometime.