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今天,你我都在创造新加坡的历史

当我们谈起新加坡的历史,往往想到过去的重大事件和伟大人物。

但历史,不只是我们从书本上读到的过去。

今天,你和我,都正在创造新加坡的历史。

我们继续过着平凡的生活。
我们工作、吃饭、欢笑,与所爱的人相聚,尽情享受生命中的美好。

也许我们没有意识到——

我们今天选择怎样生活,其实已经在为明天的新加坡作出贡献。

这就是暂停 Pause Singapore 一个简单却重要的使命:

暂停。反思。献礼。
Pause. Reflect. Gift.

从忙碌的生活中,暂停一下。

反思——不只是想想新加坡给了我们什么,更问问自己:

我可以为新加坡做些什么?

然后,献上一份属于你的礼物。

这份礼物不一定是金钱。

它可以是你的时间、善意、经验、鼓励、才华,也可以只是一个小小的行动,让新加坡因为有你而变得更美好一点。

暂停Pause Singapore 希望让大家凝聚在一起,成为一个共同体,去做一件我们平时可能从未停下来做的事:

想一想,新加坡对我意味着什么?
然后,为新加坡献上属于我的一份礼物。

我们的先辈,建设了今天我们所继承的新加坡。

现在,轮到我们建设一个让下一代继承的新加坡。

创造历史,你不需要成为名人。

你只需要愿意贡献。

Pause. Reflect. Gift.
暂停。反思。献上你的礼物。

在这里 https://bit.ly/pausesg 

然后分享到脸书组 https://www.facebook.com/groups/1697281094813706/

你的礼物很重要,因为你很重要。

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