Write your own life
[ 2006-05-06 08:30 ]
人生就是你手中的一支筆。不論輝煌或暗淡、曲折或平凡，你在人世間的所有痕跡都由你自己一手寫就。人生的筆中究竟儲(chǔ)存了多少墨水，你無從知道，但它卻在你的掌握之中。希望當(dāng)墨水即將耗盡之時(shí)，你能心滿意足的回頭品味自己留下的篇章。
Suppose someone gave you a pen - a sealed, solid-colored pen. You couldn't
see how much ink it had. It might run dry after the first few tentative words or
last just long enough to create a masterpiece (or several) that would last
forever and make a difference in the scheme of things. You don't know before you
begin. Under the rules of the game, you really never know. You have to take a
chance!
Actually, no rule of the game states you must do anything. Instead of picking
up and using the pen, you could leave it on a shelf or in a drawer where it will
dry up, unused. But if you do decide to use it, what would you do with it? How
would you play the game? Would you plan and plan before you ever wrote a word?
Would your plans be so extensive that you never even got to the writing? Or
would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it, struggling to
keep up with the twists and turns of the torrents of words that take you where
they take you? Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run
dry the next moment, or would you pretend to believe that the pen will write
forever and proceed accordingly?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hatred? Fun? Misery? Life? Death?
Nothing? Or Everything? Would you write to please just yourself, or others, or
yourself by writing for others? Would your strokes be tremblingly timid or
brilliantly bold? Fancy with a flourish or plain? Would you even write? Once you
have the pen, no rule says you have to write. Would you sketch? Scribble? Doodle
or draw? Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if they
were there? Or are they? There's a lot to think about here, isn't there?
Now, suppose in the same way that if someone gave you a
life...
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