C'est La Vie ?

"要以個人活下去，而且向世界指出自己的存在基礎"，村上春樹說，這就是小說的意義。

是否這就是小說的意義，我還不確定，但我能肯定的是，想"單純地作為個人活在這世界上，而且當面對(各式各樣、隨時隨地、天外一筆的)外在質疑時依然能夠堅定信念不動搖"，這件事，很不容易。這麼說來，如果有誰能夠完成這件事，哪怕只是藉由想像的方式完成它，的確有將其紀錄下來的意義。

只是，我沒有想到的是，原來以個人的(不歸屬於任何團體的)狀態存在這世界上有這麼難，遠比想像中更加不安與顛簸，而舉步維艱的每一步，都只是離(他人)預設的終點更遠一些的，渺小而微不足道的，我的生命旅程。

-The Road Not Taken-

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.