跟你分享一个告别2020的写作题目，在个人成长与和解的路上继续向前。
今天就是2020年最后一天，可能你会许下新的一年信念和愿景，可能你会和家人朋友庆祝，可能你因为疫情独自一人享受自由。无论如何，给生活带来一点点的仪式感都是很美妙的事情。如果你想跟2020做一个告别，我这里有一个写作的题目分享给你。
我的同学Megan在我们Messenger Group里面发了一个Megan Fally’s writing prompt:Write a resignation letter to a role you play in your life that you want to leave behind in the new year. 给你想要在新年来临之前，生活中曾经有重要意义，但是现在可以放下的一个角色，写一封告别信吧。
可能我今年学到的最重要的事情其中之一，是告别的重要性吧。原来告别都是是一件需要时间去准备和消化的东西。我们总是那么期待新年的开始，匆匆写下愿景，然后匆匆跑到结尾，发现什么也没有完成。巨大的失落感把我们逼向下一个新的开始，又是一个循环的奔跑。越跑越累，越来越停不下来。
我发现我很优秀的朋友，要么是对过去与未来都不会太过于执着，要么是永远都带着过去的成就感和未来的期待感。他们都是活在当下的人。
当然，他们不会去思考我这些，想这些的你我他下意识的把时间的钟表已经按了暂停。我抓着一根过去的绳子，看着它在我手中飞速的溜走，我想抓住它，但它用加快速度的消逝提醒我早已离去——其实那根绳子都不是真的，只不过是想象中的。是我内心执念的绳子，我害怕。我害怕放下它。因为我害怕未来的未知。
所以你我需要停下来，用放大镜缩小确认一下自己的位置，自己与自己的过去和未来的位置。
Anyways!! That’s not what I want to say here.
Today is the last day of 2020. Maybe you will prepare a New Year resolution list; maybe you will celebrate the New Year Eve with friends and families; maybe you will enjoy the freedom of being alone due to COVID-19. What I want to say here is it’s wonderful to bring a sense of ritual to life. If you want to say goodbye to 2020, I have a writing prompt to share.
My peer Megan shared a prompt from Megan Fally: Write a resignation letter to a role you play in your life that you want to leave behind in the new year.
Maybe this year, one of the most important things I have learned is the importance of goodbye. I didn’t know goodbye is a thing that requires time and energy to prepare and process. We always look forward to the beginning of New Year – rush to write down resolutions, rush to find out nothing finished in the end. The tremendous disappointment, maybe even self-blame and shame push us to another cycle of beginning, and another cycle of rushing. The more we run, the more we feel tired, the more we feel hard to stop.
I found out that some friends I admire, either has little obsession with the past or the future or live their lives with a sense of accomplishment gathered from the past and a sense of hope toward the future. They are those who live in the moment, the present.
They won’t think about what I write here. For people like you and me, we have consciously pressed a pause button on the time compass. I am holding a string of past, watching it slipping fast away from my hand. I want to catch it, but it moves faster, reminding me it has long gone. Actually, the string is not even real. It lives in my imagination. It is my obsession. I am just scared, scared to let it go. I am sacred of the unknown future.
That’s why you and I need to stop. Grab a microscope, zoom in, make sure the position of ourselves, the position in the life path, from the past, and the future.
