KINTSUKUROI

She was beautiful; in the way all conventional things were
With innocent eyes and soft spoken words
But then, Life happened
And now?
She is beautiful; in the way she alone can embody
With eyes that tell stories and scars that share secrets
She is beauty in the rarest unconventional form
She is art.

Once upon a figurative time, I used to have a friend who was a script writer. More often than not I watched as this writer’s imaginations turned to words and his words into reality. Sitting and watching in awe as the events unfolded was my favorite thing to do, I eventually dabbled with screenplay just for the fun of it. It was almost always perfect, usually everything went the way it was supposed to. Down to the last detail, the presentation was seamless. On one of those days though a character couldn’t show up and the replacement proved to be no good. My script writer friend paused for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘’I’ll just change the script then’’.
I was so used to watching a seamless performance that I immediately panicked.

Me: It won’t be the same

Him: No it won’t

Me: So, why bother?

He looked me in the eye, pointed to his pen and said

“honey, what is this”

A pen, I retorted

Me: What does that have to do with anything?

Him: It’s a pen and I’m the scriptwriter. Being the scriptwriter automatically means I have the power to make changes to this story. You’re right though it certainly won’t be the same, but it’ll be better.

I left him that day with gears turning in my head..Why Tovia is telling you a gist you clearly couldn’t care less about?

You’re the script writer

You’ve probably written your script, edited it and you’re pleased with the final result but just as you’re about to execute it life comes in. Life; this mischievous little child with next to no regard for anyone stopped by and made a few changes you don’t like and now you feel your script is ruined so you’re deflated and unhappy. You’ve quckly forgotten that the play is yours and you own the pen. You’ve refused to remember that landmarks were once ordinary bumps on the road and these scars you carry harbor stories of their own. You need to understand that these scars can become stars, you need to accept that beauty sometimes does come from ashes. I know it’s not exactly easy to just write another script but then I also know that if there’s anyone that can do it then it’s you. Even the Master of creation had to change His script and you’re made in His image so what’s stopping you?

Before my mum taught me the magic behind casting spells to create a palatable dish; it was this she taught me first;

“whatever you think you’ve failed at will only be confirmed a failure if you let it”

So redefine failure, change the script. They say first drafts are horrible anyway.

Did you ever have to change the script at some point, if you did then how did it help you and are you happier with your present script?

If you’ve not,

Is there a particular situation where you think you need to change the script?

Endeavor to share your experiences with me in the comment section, I’ll be looking forward to it.

Remember, there’s strength in vulnerability.
Have an amazing day💜