A Script for Life
A Script for Life
(April 2017)
Gagged, confined, silenced. Moved from the norm to the conventional. Mildly coaxed to express myself but SSHHHH!!!, not too much! Don’t go too far, don’t talk too loudly, you can’t say that! What will people think? Smothered! A voice silenced, controlled and coached. Convention dictating what is acceptable. Finish education and handed a script for life. A script setting out that which can be voiced. A puppet on a string – directed. The strings snagged and tangled all-in-a-mess but always stick to the script. Tame is where it’s at. Tame is what is expected. Do not cross the line, there’s nothing there. No-one to hold your hand, no-one to have your back. You can’t go there, it’s a scary place. No-one should ever go there because those who have ever ventured out there never seem to come back. We call them ‘the Rule-Breakers’. Those who tore up the script and forged their own dialogue. Those who cleansed themselves from the shackles of convention, tore up the norm and ventured beyond what they had been trained to do. A despicable class of selfish, hearltess cretins who will stop at nothing to get what they want. Do you want to be like that? Do you want to be that person?
Stay tame, stay true and stick to the script. Do your job, do it well, keep your head down and nothing bad will ever happen to you. Bad things don’t happen to good people. Bad things only happen to ‘the Rule-Breakers’. Stay safe, my child, and you will be happy, always.
But I have plans, I have desires, I have dreams. I don’t want to do what everyone else is doing, I want to forge my own way. I don’t want to have to live by the rules all the time. I want to be free. I want to explore and I want to go places that excite and scare me! I have so many ideas that are flooding up inside of me. How can I be tame and confined when my mind is so loud and begging me to be free? The loudest voice screaming at me for release, but NO! There is the script, there is the grand design for my life, laid out before me from the day I was born. The path with high walls and barbed wire fencing on either side to ensure that I remain safely within the borders of the path clutching my script for life.