Music is Magic

Lately (this past semester), I’ve been back to playing, practicing, and performing on my upright bass regularly again – and it is the most beautiful thing. Solo playing, playing in my orchestra, playing with friends… all of it.

At the height of my undergraduate career (once I switched my major to English Literature), I convinced myself that I didn’t have time to spend hours playing music, since there was always a constant list of homework, research papers, readings, meetings, etc. to accomplish. But now I’m working on my graduate degree, while also working a job, and I definitely don’t have any more free time then I did then… and yet, I am still managing to fit music into my schedule. I have remembered how much I adore playing music – and that even though playing music isn’t graded or required for me right now, it is still such an important and necessary part of my life.

Music is magic. When I’m playing my upright bass, that is exactly what it feels like… creating magic. Somehow, I am able to move my fingers and my bow in a way that creates the right sounds and songs, and it really is magical. I’m not going to describe this any further, because I don’t know how. But yes. I am playing lots of music again, and I am so, so happy about it!  Here are a couple rough videos I recorded today (even with bad recording equipment) of me playing upright bass, if you want to watch.

“Prelude” from Cello Suite. No. 1 in G Major, by J.S. Bach

“Concerto in G Major”, by E. Nanny (attributed to Dragonetti)

On “Till We Have Faces”


“I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?”
~ C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces, (294)

Two days ago, I decided to start re-reading Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis for the second time. I had not read it since high school. Now, two days later, I have finished my re-read, and I can definitively say that this story means far more to me now then it did the first time (though I loved it even then).

Till We Have Faces is a very different story from some of Lewis’s other writings, such as The Chronicles of Narnia. While in Narnia, it is easy to spot analogy and truth with Aslan and the vivid fight against darkness, in Faces, the meaning is perhaps more veiled. However, once unmasked and understood, I believe the truth within this story is just as great – and potentially, even greater.

I should also say, before looking in more detail at Till We Have Faces, that Lewis is my favorite writer, and if I had to choose one author who has solely impacted my life more than any other, it would certainly be him. It is, then, quite the compliment for me to say that this may be my favorite out of all his writings (and I have read them all, at least once).  So, In this post, I will endeavor to explain why Till We Have Faces means so much to me – though of course, I highly recommend you also read it for yourself.

Introduction and History:

Although the plot races through a powerful drama based on the pagan myth of Cupid and Psyche, readers must keep pace with difficult spiritual questions as the narrator navigates painful memories and grave soul-searching. Lewis thus takes a bold and unfiltered look at some of humanity’s darkest struggles: pride; doubt; anger against God; the problem of suffering; and the mysterious battle between love and selfishness in the human heart.” (Mann, 1)

 To begin, I will provide a brief introduction to Till We Have Faces, as well as some of the history of its origins. This is Lewis’s final novel, published in 1956 – and it is a retelling of the story of Cupid and Pysche – from Apuleius’ Metamorphoses (or The Golden Ass), which was written in the 2nd century AD.  This was a story that Lewis wanted to write ever since he was an undergraduate and studied the original myth.

Lewis said that Till We Have Faces was his favorite novel he wrote, and what he considered to be his best – and many critics agree. Not only did Lewis write an unforgettable adaptation of the tale of Cupid and Pysche, he incorporated deep philosophical and theological truths, as well as reflections from his own life. In many ways, the struggles of the character Orual reflect the struggles of Lewis himself as described in his autobiography, Surprised by Joy.

Myth to Fairy-tale

Something remarkable to me, is Lewis’s ability to transform this classical Greek myth into a story abounding with such wonder and truth. Lewis’s story, while based on the original myth and still consistent with that tone and style, becomes what I would consider more of a fairy-tale. Part of this is due to Lewis’s decision to tell the story from the perspective of Orual – Psyche’s sister, and a much more “ordinary” protagonist. As readers, we can understand Orual’s dilemmas and struggles, as she is tempted by doubt and pride, has questions about dreams and love, and hides herself under lies and veils. Lewis’s choice to use such a narrator enables us to see the story through her misconceptions and self-deceptions – what she believes to be an accurate account of her life.

Some would call the original story of Cupid and Pysche a fairy-tale as well, and it may be. I am basing my classification simply on my own definition of fairy-tale, which is informed by the writings of J.R.R. Tolkien, G.K. Chesterton, George MacDonald, and C.S. Lewis himself. For more on my classification of “fairy-tale” read my post What Makes a Fairy Tale a Fairy Tale, which I wrote for the One Year Adventure Novel blog ( Alternatively, feel free to email me and I will send you a related excerpt from my undergraduate honors thesis, which I wrote on what I call “modern fairy-tales”.

Now that I’ve given you a bit of an introduction, I will get into the important part – here are some of the reason why I love Till We Have Faces as much as I do, expressed in what I consider to be three of the primary themes of the story:

Dreams, Reason, and Reality:

“Of the things that followed I cannot at all say whether they were what men call real or what men call dream. And for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream. But things that many see may have no taste or moment in them at all, and things that are shown only to one may be spears and water-spouts of truth from the very depth of truth.” ~ C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces (277)

Till We Have Faces is full of dreams and visions, and they are used to illustrate specific points. Throughout the novel, Orual demonstrates her lack of belief in the reality of Psyche’s situation. Orual attempts to use reason to explain everything away, and she is unwilling to believe or accept her dreams or the dreams of others as true – even though in the end, her visions and dreams are shown to be more real than her previous reality and reasonable perceptions. It is Orual’s view of her life that is the “frigid personification” and “flat outline” of the truth – and the gods’ view that is true and infinite (The Problem of Pain, 45).

Reason versus imagination is a theme that permeates Till We Have Faces. The character of Fox is a representation of reason, reminiscent of the Greek philosophers, like Plato, who believed that dreams were not revealing and simply dependent on the psyche. However, Lewis depicts dreams as bearers of truth, and he shows that faith trumps reason.

Self-Knowledge, Self Deception, and Self Sacrifice

“The lesson is whether we can discern life and the divine when our hearts are impure, when our faces are blurred with our own desires. Orual discovers that until we find sincerity and clarity—until we have faces—we will never know the truth.” (Straza, 1)

From the beginning, Orual constantly deceives herself – for instance, when she uses reason to determine that Psyche must either be insane or a liar, even though she knows inwardly that she is neither of those things. Orual’s self deception continues, as she loses her true self and instead becomes the Queen. Orual’s knowledge of herself is distorted – just as her love for Psyche is distorted – by her own self deception.

Lewis uses the rest of the story to show Orual’s transformation as she discovers her true self. In the end, Oural is not only shown who she truly is, but she is shown that she can only become her true self by giving herself up. It is in the self-giving and renouncing of herself, now recognized, that she becomes herself and finds true joy. It is only when Orual confronts her true self – by removing her veil – that she is able to encounter God face to face. And it is only at this point, that Orual is able to form a true relationship with God, herself, and others.

“I become my own only when I give myself to Another” ~ C.S. Lewis, Letters Vol III (348)

Transformation of Love

Finally, one of the primary themes of Till We Have Faces is the transformation of love – from a false, possessive love to a true, selfless love. The story contrasts a love which takes with one that gives – one which is only seeking personal happiness versus one which is desiring the other person’s happiness.

Orual’s love throughout the story – to Psyche, to the Fox, to Bardia – is a possessive and a selfish love. Orual speaks many times of how Psyche was hers, and of what she wants from her and others – it is never about Psyche’s own happiness. Psyche even remarks to Orual:

“You are indeed teaching me about kinds of love I did not know. It is like looking into a deep pit. I am not sure whether I like your kind of love better than hatred. Oh, Orual – to take my love for you… and
then to make of it a tool, a weapon, a thing of policy and mastery, an
instrument of torture – I begin to think I never knew you” (165).

Originally, before his salvation, Lewis planned to write this story with Orual in the right and the gods in the wrong. Even in this finished story, it is easy to see how justified false love can seem – even to the point where it feels noble and right. It is only when Orual finally experiences true love that she realizes how utterly short her own attempts at love – her selfish love – actually were.

Finally, at the end of the story and after she experiences selfless love, Orual bows down at Psyche’s feet and says, “never again will I call you mine, but all there is of me shall be yours (305).” And thus, Orual is transformed.


In the end, Orual sees her life from the perspective of the gods – and she realizes how wrong she was in her limited vision and perspective. She realizes that her misfortunes were not the fault of the gods, but of her own fault.

Until we accept the face God has made for us all along, we do not have one. When we try to make a face for ourselves, it will only result in torment, self-deception, and false love. The only way to become who we are meant to be is to first see ourselves clearly, in all of our inadequacy, imperfections, and ugliness. It is only then that God gives us a new face – our true face – and thus we become what we were always meant to be: Truly beautiful, fully loved, and wholly His.

“I ended my first book with the words no answer.  I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer.  You are yourself the answer.  Before your face questions die away.  What other answer would suffice?  Only words, words; to be led out to battle against other words” (308).

Finally, here is a link to a PDF of Tell We Have Faces, for anyone who wants to read it but might not have a copy or a library handy. This link also includes an additional note by Lewis which gives more detail on the original story of Cupid and Psyche:

If you do choose to read it, I hope you enjoy, and I’d love to hear your thoughts! Few things make me happier than discussing my favorite stories – especially stories of this depth – with friends.

Works Cited:

  1.  Enright, Nancy, (2011). C.S. Lewis’s Till We Have Faves and the Transformation of Love, Logos: A Journal of Catholic Thought &Culture, 14(4), 92-115.
  2. Jebb, Sharon, (2011). I Lived and Knew Myself: Self-Knowledge in Till We Have Faces, Renascence, 63.2, 111-129.
  3. Lewis, C. S. (1960). The Four Loves. New York: Harcourt, Brace, and Co.
  4. Lewis, C. S. (2001). The Problem of Pain. New York, NY: HarperOne.
  5. Lewis, C.S., (1956). Till We Have Faces. New York: Harcourt, Brace, and Co.
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  8. Schakel, Peter, (2003). Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold, The Literary Encyclopedia, 1-3.
  9. Smith, Constance Babington (1964), Letters to a Sister from Rose Macaulay, 261.
  10. Straza, Erin, (2013). Celebrating C.S. Lewis: ‘Till We Have Faces’, Christ and Popculture. Accessed from:
  11. Wagner, Erin K (2014). Divine Surgeons at Work: the Presence and Purpose of the Dream Vision in Till We Have Faces, Mythlore, 32(2), 15-31.

Magic – a poem


By Addison Lucchi


From a seed grows a tree,

In our sky shines a sun –

What word, can describe this, but “magic”?


Every child that’s born,

Someone new and unique –

Each, in his differences, holds magic.


Time moves, always changing,

In patterns of seasons –

Time’s paradox, itself, is magic.


Though there is such darkness,

Light always shines brighter –

Light has, over dark, greater magic.


God created the Earth,

Yet He calls us His own –

His love, for His children, is magic.


For us, so unworthy,

He surrendered His Son –

Salvation, is truly, deep magic.


With so many wonders,

So much life, hope, and joy –

How can I, not believe, in magic?

On Compassion

This post is inspired by something God has been teaching me recently. Whether or not it will be helpful to readers, I do not know – but it is honest, and I felt like I needed to write it out – and so here it is.

First, I will start by saying that I love people. I really do. Not only do I care about my friends, family, classmates, and coworkers, I also am just sincerely interested in and fascinated by people in general. Everyone is different, and everyone has their own hopes, and dreams, and lives, and things that excite them… and I love meeting new people and getting to know what makes them who they are.

However, there is also another part of myself, a part I do not like much, which tends to get frustrated and annoyed by other people’s differences. I try to keep this part of myself hidden, but nevertheless it comes out sometimes – like when I’m talking about something I care about, and someone disregards it. Or when I realize that someone knows nothing about something that I consider to be incredibly important or basic knowledge. I have a terrifying tendency to dismiss people – not just their opinions, but people themselves – because I consider them uneducated, or wrong, or to make too many mistakes.

I hate this part of myself. I don’t want to look down on people, especially since I have no right to. I make so many mistakes myself, every day, and yet God gives me grace. What would it be like if God looked at us, saw all of our failures and mistakes, and just dismissed us? Fortunately, He doesn’t do that. He forgives us, He loves us, and He gave up His own Son to save us.

I’ve had people tell me multiple times that they are inspired by my compassion – but I don’t feel compassionate. I feel the opposite. I feel selfish. I spend so much time thinking about myself – things that are important to me, things that I am doing, ways I can improve – that I often forget to think about others. I forget that everyone else around me has their own challenges, their own fears, their own dreams… and that instead of being so focused on myself, I could be helping them.

Oddly, it seems that every time I am at my worst is when someone tells me how thankful they are for my compassion, or how they are inspired by my kindness, etc. And then this causes me to look at my life… and realize how utterly short I am in both of those things. I desperately want to be compassionate, and kind, and selfless. I believe God has called me to be so. People tell me that those are my strengths – and yet, I find that those areas are where I have the tendency to struggle most.

I really like this quote by C.S. Lewis (okay, I like basically every quote by C.S. Lewis, but this one is relevant to this post):

“Do not waste time bothering whether you “love” you neighbor; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone you will presently come to love him.” ~ C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Maybe if I start trying harder to love everyone – even if it is difficult, even if I don’t feel like it, even if they are frustrating to me – maybe if I keep making the choice to love them anyway, I will find that their differences don’t really matter anymore. Maybe if I realize that I make just as many mistakes, have just as many failings, and am just as much in need of constant grace myself – maybe then with God’s help, I will learn to be truly compassionate. I desperately want to be.

On the Seasons

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.” ~ Ecclesiastes 3: 1-22

As summer’s heat begins to melt away into the glory of fall, l have been thinking about the nature of the changing seasons. I have always loved how each season has its own special time, and how each one brings certain beauties that the others do not have.

Of course every year is different – no two winters or summers are ever the same – and yet, there is also an element of beautiful repetition in the cycle of seasons.
To me, each season doesn’t just have its own special mood to it, but also its own distinct purpose. I am sure this is different for different people, but regardless, I think it is good to have distinct ways to mark the changing of seasons. And so, here are the seasons from my perspective:


“And then the spring came; the sun shone, the green leaves appeared, the swallows built their nests, the windows were opened, and the little children again sat in their pretty garden, high up on the leads at the top of the house.” ~ Han Christian Andersen, The Snow Queen.


With spring, comes new life – flowers, growth, and reawakening. When I think of spring, I always think of gardening and planting seeds, even though I haven’t tended a garden for several years (something I want to amend this coming year). But it’s not just the physical act of planting seeds – spring has always been a spiritual time of new life for me as well. Spring is the start of the year, a time of new beginnings, and also a time of reflection. I see my springs as very important – they set the stage for the rest of the year that follows. I love using my springs to reflect on happenings of the last year, both the good and the bad. Through reflection, I can see what I need to change with the new year – and then I can refocus and realign my priorities, with God at the forefront.



“Such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety was lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Summer is a time of warmth and energy, but also a time of rest. To me, summers are not only exciting times, but also healing times – adventures, but also Rivendells. While springs are my time of refocusing through new beginnings and reflection, summers are my time of preparation through healing and adventure. I do all that I can in my summers to equip myself spiritually for the rest of the coming year, through both Rivendells and perilous journeys. Of course Rivendells are great times of preparation and equipping – but surprisingly, so are perilous adventures. As I wrote in another post a few months ago, adventures help me see my life from a new perspective (, and when I return, I am never the same. Adventures make me braver, wiser, and more prepared to live the adventure that is every day life. And so, my summers are times of preparation in both the rest and in the adventure.


“The trees go all red and blazing orange and gold, and wood fires burn at night so that everything smells of crisp branches. The world rolls about delightedly in a heap of cider and candy and apples and pumpkins, and cold stars rush by through wispy, ragged clouds, past a moon like a bony knee. You have, no doubt, experienced a Halloween or two.” ~ Catherynne Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making


And next, comes glorious, magnificent fall. Fall is known as a time of change (changing leaves, cooler air, shorter days), but to me, fall is primarily a time of action. A lot of this stems from the fact that fall is my favorite season – and historically, the season in which I have been the most effective. Something about the nature of fall invigorates and inspires me – and especially after spring’s reflection and summer’s preparation, when fall comes around, I am always ready to act. Fall is a time to make my dreams become a reality. It’s a time for action, and a time for courage. While summer was my time of training, fall is my time to go full on into battle, carrying high the banner of my King.


“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.” ~ William Blake


Finally, comes winter. Not only is winter the coldest and darkest time of the year, it is also the year’s end – and for some people, those things signify sadness. However, I see the cold as invigorating – and darkness only makes the light appear more wonderful and miraculous. So for me, winter is a beautiful time – a time of pure wonder and sincere joy. Winter is not a time for mourning, but a time of celebration. It is a time of celebrating all that God has done over the past year, through the new beginnings, the preparation, and the action.

Finally, towards the middle of winter, comes the end of the year. Endings used to make me sad, but as my life has progressed, I have learned to love endings – after all, every time something ends, something new begins. The feeling I have when the year ends is the same feeling I have when I finish a great book, am momentarily sad, but then find out that there is an even better sequel. Every new year is a new book to our story – and every time one ends, it means we get to start a brand new one.

Each season is wonderful in its own way, and to me each season means something different and special. But also, part of the reason why I love the seasons so much is that they do keep happening, over and over again. I love the repetition of the season cycle as much as I love the change from season to season. Both change and repetition are equally beautiful and important – and perhaps the magic of the seasons, is that they contain both.
“It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.” ~ G.K. Chesterton

Addison’s Walk

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One of the coolest moments during my time studying abroad in England in 2013, was when I visited Oxford for the very first time. The entire trip was wonderful – I got to explore the city and campus, see famous Lewis and Tolkien sites, eat at the The Eagle & Child pub where The Inklings met, and explore the many beautiful bookstores across the city.

However, the most memorable experience from my first trip to Oxford occurred when I thought my day was about to end. I was on the way back to catch my train at the station, which was quite a long walk from where I was (I had explored nearly the entire city on foot that day). I really wanted to make that train, because otherwise it would be several hours until I could catch the final train of the day.

On my way back to the station, I spotted a really nice-looking nature walk. At this point in the day, I had already walked on several equally nice nature walks, and my legs were already aching from all of the walking I had done. But, for some reason, I felt an inexplicable calling to go take a walk on that trail.

Of course, I knew that if I did so, I would definitely miss my train – meaning I wouldn’t get back to my dorm room in Worcester until about midnight. So, of course, it made no sense to go for a walk on that trail, especially since I really didn’t feel up to it physically and was rather ready to go home.

“The best adventures are often unexpected.”

The line came out of nowhere in my mind. Well, I suppose I had been completing my annual reading of Tolkien’s The Hobbit that week, so maybe that explained it. But still, it was a sudden and clear thought, and it is what ultimately made me make the choice to turn towards the nature walk and miss my train.

And I am so glad I did.

When I arrived at the entrance to the trail, I stopped, thunderstruck. The small plaque above the gate advertised the trail as “Addison’s Walk”.

Wow. I thought. That’s awesome! Maybe I was supposed to come here just to see that.

But then, I saw to the right of the gate, an engraving… which was of a poem written by none other than my favorite writer, C.S. Lewis:

What The Bird Said Early in the Year – by C.S. Lewis

“I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear:

This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.
Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.
This year time’s nature will no more defeat you,
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.
This time they will not lead you round and back
To Autumn, one year older, by the well-worn track.
This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.
Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
Quick, quick, quick, quick! – the gates are drawn apart.” 

I don’t remember how exactly the poem spoke to me that day, but I remember that it brought tears to me eyes. I had no idea of the existence of “Addison’s Walk” or of that poem – but of course, God had known it was there, and He had wanted me to find it. He knew I had been reading The Hobbit, and He knew the exact phrase to bring to my mind that would lead me there. He knew that Lewis’ poem was at the gate of the trail, and He knew I needed to read it.

I spent the next couple hours as I waited for the last train walking along “Addison’s Walk”, laughing and crying, just me and God. I came back to Oxford several times during the remainder of my time in England, and every time I made sure to come back to that trail. I still think it’s my single favorite spot in all of England, just because of the moment I had there with God.

He spoke to me that day, in so many ways, though I almost didn’t hear Him. I very nearly missed this beautiful moment completely, just by not allowing the unexpected to happen. If the best adventures are often unexpected, I think it’s equally true that God’s voice is often unexpected, and thus often missed. I wonder how many other times I have missed something He was trying to tell me just because I wasn’t expecting Him to say anything, or because I wasn’t willing to stray from my plans and go on an uncharted path.

And I wonder how different our lives would be if we just went through each and every day expecting to hear Him, and willing to change our plans to follow Him.

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On Adventure

unnamed-2“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

True adventures are messy, rarely easy, and hardly comfortable. On an adventure, there’s no telling what will happen, but most likely it will be unexpected. Adventures require planning, but they also require knowing that your plans will change. Adventures are not always fun and exciting – and yet, I adore them. As much as I love the familiarities and comforts of home, there’s something about being on an adventure that wakes me up in a way that normal life cannot.

Adventures gives me a new perspective on my life. When I travel to new places, I get to see other realms that exist outside of my own personal world. I meet new people, see other lifestyles, and am reminded that there is more beauty and wonder out there than I could ever experience in a lifetime. I realize that at any given moment, I could be anywhere – all it takes is a plane ride to get to a new country. I realize how simple it is to start living a completely different life than you were living just yesterday.

Adventures can also be exciting and wonderful – there’s no denying that. I love seeing beautiful new places and having adventurous new experiences. But I’ve had enough adventures by now to realize that patience, grace, and a good deal of courage are also required to survive any adventure.

As much as I love them, adventures are not the end game. Real life is not meant to save up and prepare for adventures – rather, adventures are meant to prepare you for real life. It’s like traveling to the Perilous Realm or Fairyland in stories. Time in Narnia is meant to teach and prepare the Pevensies for their real lives, where magic is harder to find and Aslan is harder to listen to. In the same way, adventure is meant to prepare us and to teach us.

Adventures will teach you so much about yourself, about other people, and about God – even if you don’t realize just what an adventure has taught you and how it has impacted you until much later. Going on an adventure will change you. You do not return from an adventure the same person you were when you left.

It’s important to note that an adventure doesn’t have to be a trip to another country. Adventure can happen close to home, far from home, or even at home. The dictionary cites adventure as “an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity”. Certainly a trip to a far off country or an expedition into the wilderness qualifies as an adventure… but what about simpler events, like the first day at a new job? What about learning something new, or meeting a new person, or falling in love? Each of these experiences is certainly unusual and exciting… and possibly even hazardous. Really, every single day is an adventure, because every single day is wholly new and exciting in that it holds infinite possibilities. 

Adventure is out there – but it’s also wherever you are right now. While adventures to new Perilous Realms are wonderful, every day can and should be an adventure. And just as adventures to new places prepare us for our normal lives, every single day prepares us for the next day. All it takes is a single day to change your life. If you truly want your life to be an adventure… it will be. 

“To live will be an awfully big adventure” ~ Peter Pan.