If play is the work of children, does adventure become the work of life?

“I admire the zeal you have for the work of life.” — this was one of the best, most lasting compliments I’ve ever been given. It was maybe a couple years ago, by an older gentleman whom I respect very much. The work of life… what is it?
— these were my thoughts on a bike ride today:

I realized today while talking with a friend, adventure is not just outside. Adventure is also in the ordinary experience– Adventure in relating to others. Adventure in faith. Adventure in work. Adventure in being silly. Adventure in myself, juxtaposed in the day a little differently than I’ve ever experienced before– adventure as a father on Saturday, or on a birthday. Or in February of 2020.

There is no future adventure. (there is only this) Writing this over coffee– adventure.

The mind of a child burns bright. Are we just outdated children?