Living By Unwritten Scripts: A Soft Rebellion

Ah, the conditionings.
Passed down like family heirlooms no one asked for.
Worn like ill-fitting shoes, tight across the toes of our becoming.
We inherit these silent contracts—unspoken rules about how to walk, how to speak, how to smile without showing too much tooth, or too much truth.

And let’s not forget the shadows.
Shadow this. Shadow that.
Everywhere a whisper:
“Be good.”
“Be quiet.”
“Be less.”

Conspiracy here, another shadow-control there.
It’s not just the societal ones—the macro manipulations—we wrestle most with, but the daily ones.
The micro-compliances. The head nods when we want to scream.
The yeses when our spirit aches to say no.

“We are not here to be polite shadows of ourselves.”

Add the dysfunctional beginnings and what ingredients! What recipes!
What kind of cake-bake could anyone expect?

“We are handed flour made of silence; sugar spun from shame”

Being Human

We’re handed flour made of silence.
Sugar spun from shame.
Eggs cracked with generational grief.
And still they ask why the batter curdled.

We live by scripts we didn’t write.
Scripts written in ink we didn’t see,
until we woke up mid-scene
and realised we were acting.

“We live by scripts we didn’t write”

Being Human

But something stirs now, doesn’t it?
Something sacred beneath the mess.
A tremor in the bones.
A soul stamping its foot in the dirt and saying:
“No more.”

This is the wrestle. This is the rant.
Not against society alone,
but against the silent abandonment of our own knowing.

We are not here to be polite shadows of ourselves.
We are not here to live lives that fit tidy narratives.
We are here to make noise in the silence,
to bring the shadows into the sun
and stitch ourselves back together with truth and tenderness.

“We are not here to be polite shadows of ourselves”

Being Human

This is a soft rebellion.
Not to burn it all down,
but to light the hearth of our becoming.

Closing Reflection or Invitation

Where have you inherited scripts that no longer serve your softness?
What would it mean to rewrite them in your own voice?