The Unwritten Script

The Introduction

How long can you cry?

An eternity? Maybe a day? A few hours? Mere minutes?

I believe the real question is "Does it really matter?"

Sure, you'll feel better after it is done.

But then something happens again.

And it all repeats again.

And again.

And again.

...Can time be stopped? No, but I truly wish we could.

Just for a moment. It would do wonders.

There is a man who goes about his day, doing the best he can for himself, and for his family. He's a simple man. Never really wanted much but to be with his hobbies and friends. However, the problem is he hasn't seen or made a friend for some time. He always tells himself, in his mind, that he will do it one day.

So onwards he goes. Doing his daily routine. Going to work, having to deal with others going through situations of their own. Maybe they're similar to his, or wildly different instead. But never the same. Despite being on good terms with his coworkers, he doesn't really call them 'friends', really. They meet each other during work, but never outside of it. He doesn't know them personally, and he's sure that their interests won't coincide with his own. Some of them are too old anyway, and others don't really seem to care otherwise. He doesn't mind either way.

...Well, by this point you may realize that is me. The writer. But I'm not writing this out of some depressed state, though those moments do come and go at times. No, the real reason I write this is for inspiration. Something I've lost, and have been looking for some time now. I used to read many books, but haven't touched one in years. I want to write so many stories, but I haven't been consistent...or working on it, for that matter. Still, I'll keep on struggling. I don't want to fall into the pit just yet. I will refuse death until my dream is achieved, my one goal reached. You may wonder what that goal may be, but I will tell you in time. You may guess through simply reading these entries, but that will depend wholly on your skill of intuition.

For now, this is my introduction to the unwritten script. My life, incomplete. My world, just barely being built. My journey, the first step being taken. We'll see where it goes.