La vida es algo que se vive con la dificultad. Todo depende de dónde opongas tu resistencia al simplismo. El punto álgido de tus expectativas. Lo competitivo que eres y cómo serás recordado. Te levantarás cuando caigas, tú eliges si arrastrándote o reptando. Gánate la segunda oportunidad.

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 suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on 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 embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Siempre acompaña también el hecho de pensar hasta dónde eres capaz de llegar. En el punto donde el otro marca su jurisprudencia, las probabilidades de ganar el duelo no son tan optimistas. Stay away from trouble? Llegar hasta donde la seguridad que da el suelo se pierde, o saltar con la misma fe de Neo al otro lado. Y si el otro extremo es un auténtico tren en marcha, mayor valentía implica, honra la causa y más mérito tendrá alcanzarlo.

People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. 

You are not to be poisonous, you are to be beautiful. Your past is your travel guide, your decisions were written the day you were born. Till your death, till your collapse, till your goodbye... show what you are made of.
Let them be surprised by who they thought they were encountering. "You're a MAN". Prove it.

But at the end of it all... the kitten was fine.

 Así que no te preocupes más que de ver el sol mañana.