谱写生命的乐章Write Your Own Life
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 words or last just long enough to create a masterpiece (or several) that would last forever. 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 states2 you must do anything. Instead of picking up and using the pen, duanwenw.com 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 many that you never even started writing?
Or would you take the pen in hand, plunge right in and just do it?
Would you write cautiously and carefully, as if the pen might run dry the next moment, duanwenw.com or would you pretend or believe (or pretend to believe) that the pen will write forever?
And of what would you write: Of love? Hate? Fun? Misery? Life? Death? Nothing? Everything?
Would you stay in or on the lines, or see no lines at all, even if they were there?
There’s a lot to think about here, isn’t there?
Now, suppose someone gave you a life...