第29章谱写生命的乐章
WriteYourOwnLife
佚名Anonymous
Supposesomeonegaveyouapen—asealed，solid-coloredpen。You’tseehowmukithad。Itmightruhefirstfewtentativewordsorlastjustloocreateamasterpiece（orseveral）thatwouldlastforeverandmakeadiffereheschemeofthings。Youdon'tknin。
&herulesofthegame，youreallyneverknow。Youhavetotakeace！
Aoruleofthegamestatesyoumustdoanything。Insteadofpigupandusingthepen，youcouldleaveitonashelforinadrailldryup，unused。
Butifyoudodecidetouseit，whatwouldyoudowithit？Howwouldyouplaythegame？
Wouldyouplanandplanbeforeyoueverouldyourplaeyott？
Orwouldyoutakethepeninhainandjustdtokeepupwiththetwistsandtursofwordsthattakeyouwheretheytakeyou？
Wouldyouwritecautiouslyandcarefully，asifthepenmightrumoment，orwouldyoupretendorbelieve（orpretehatthepenwillwriteforeverandproceedagly？
Andofwhatwouldyouwrite：Oflove？Hate？Fun？Misery？Life？Death？hing？
Wouldyouwritetopleasejustyourself？Orothers？Oryourselfbywritingforothers？
Wouldyourstrlytimidorbrilliantlybold？Fancywithaflourishorplain？
Wouldyouevenwrite？Onceyouhavethepen，norulesaysyouhavetowrite。Wouldyousketch？Scribble？Doodledraw？
Wouldyoustayinoronthelines，orseeall，evehere？Orarethey？
&tothinkabouthere，isn’tthere？
Now，supposesomeonegaveyoualife…
设想，如果有人给了你一支单色的不可拆装的钢笔。你根本看不到里面究竟有多少墨水。也许你试着写几个字后它就没墨水了，也许里面的墨水足够完成一部（也可能是几部）意义深远的传世之作。但这一切在动笔前，都不得而知。
这样的游戏规则，其结果你的确很难预料。只能赌一把！
实际上，游戏规则并未规定你一定要做点什么，反之，你甚至完全可以把它放到书架上或抽屉里，不去动它，任其墨水自然枯竭而变得毫无用处。
可是，倘若你打算用它，你会将其派上什么用场呢？你将如何开展这一游戏呢？
或许你会在写一个字之前，不断犹豫，反复斟酌？又或许你会因为计划过于周详而没时间动笔？