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 cholestorol and dental
insurance.  Choose fixed-rate interest mortgage repayments
Choose a starter home.  Choose your friends.  Choose leisure
wear and matching luggage.  Choose a three piece suit on
hire purchase in a wide range of fucking fabrics.  Choose
DIY and wonder who 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, pissing your last
in a miserable home.  Nothing more than an embarrasment
to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace
yourself. Choose your future.  Choose life."
opening voice over from Trainspotting

This is what your choosing.  These are the things
 
that you let them force feed you every day.  These
 
are your priorities.  Are these the most important things in 
life?  Every time you choose them over a childhood dream, or 
a deep inner yearnig, or a secret desire, you are enforcing
these ideas.  You are passing them along.  Eventually, all
of the responsibility will fall in your lap.