What is the Script?

Is art a script? Is music a script? Is the cinema a script? Is my own life a script? 

What is the script? 

 

Does the world follow a script on a daily basis all in the name of fitting in? 

Is the end, part of the script? There is no creator;  No sustainer of life. There is only the end. No design, The End.

  

Every day you reach the end. The end can be romantic I kept telling myself. 

The end will be my fate. The end to me was like a film, the end 

being the point in time in which you leave the film. 

It doesn’t really matter in some kind of existentialist form I tell myself. 

 

The remainder of the cast and audience will carry on the film without you. 

It goes on. 

 

©  Evelyn Jean