Unscripted: The Rat Race Script

The SCRIPT. It’s not seen or touched, but it is there. Like the air you breathe, it’s invisibly omnipresent.


It’s not seen or touched, but it is there.
Like the air you breathe, it’s invisibly omnipresent.

"Unscripted: Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Entrepreneurship", Part 2 Awareness, The Script Engineering Your Involuntary Slavery
"Unscripted: Life, Liberty, and Pursuit of Entrepreneurship" by MJ DeMarco

Slavery still exists today, according to DeMarco, except today’s contemporary slavery is called the SCRIPT—“an implied social contract in which a gilded cage is exchanged for voluntary indebtedness and lifelong toil, a price sacrificed by a non-redeemable fifty years of work Monday through Friday, an invisible servitude in which freedom is only promised by the arrival of life’s fading twilight.”

UNSCRIPTED is not something you try, it’s something you live.

Ask yourself: is this your thinking? Or other people’s thoughts?

Go to college and earn a degree, regardless of cost, demand, or economics. Finance your commodified education with an indiscriminate appetite for student loans, notwithstanding the five “preapproved” credit cards you’ve already accepted. Graduate with empty credentials and a useless degree making you no different from millions with the same degree. Leave the cloistered world of university saddled in debt—either yourself, your parents, or both. Get a job so you can officially join the privileged ranks of a time prostitute—trading huge blocks of your life’s time bank, five days of seven, in exchange for little pieces of paper called money. Slave all day, usually repeating monotonous tasks, so you can pay for the education you just finished, the clothes you just dressed, the car you just drove, and the apartment you just left. Use credit cards to live conveniently: Starbucks for breakfast, Chipotle for lunch, and Chick-fil-A for dinner. Party hard at the club. Buy rounds of drinks, trying to impress strangers and women out of your league. Buy overpriced bottles of vodka, hit the VIP room, and try impressing them more. Rack up debt unrestrained; after all, it’s celebration time—you graduated!