或許你只是手握鋼筆,埋頭苦寫,筆耕不輟,順著泉湧的文思被動前行呢?
你寫字時會很小心,似乎這支筆的墨水下一刻就會枯竭一樣嗎?或是你會假裝相信這支筆永無枯竭之時呢?
那麼你會寫些什麼呢:情愛?憎惡?喜悅?痛苦?生命?死亡?虛無?抑或是一切?
你的寫作目的是充實自己,還是愉悅他人呢?或是兩者兼而有之?
你落筆膽怯審慎,還是鏗鏘有力?你的想象力是豐富還是匱乏?
也許你根本沒有落筆,因為沒有規則要求你拿到筆後必須要去寫作。或許你會去素描?亂畫一通?信筆塗鴉?
你會寫線上內還是線上,或許你根本看不到線,即使有又在哪裡呢?那些是嗎?
就此有許多該考慮的問題,難道不是嗎?
此刻,如果有人給你一支譜寫生命樂章之筆……
Write Your Own Life
Anonymous
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 mom