Fairy tales are meant to make us dream. They help us conjure up ideas taking us away from real life. They create images of a fantasy world more abstract than what we see with our own two eyes.
But, sometimes, just sometimes, reality and this fantasy world meet, and when these two world collide, its like magic, making it difficult to discern what is truly “real.”
What I really am trying to say is…
Last weekend, I went to Princeton University to see the campus and to enjoy the day there, and it was magical. It felt like I was living in a fairy tale.
Not a blade of grass out of place. The lawn chairs strategically placed. Perfectly up-kept buildings. Flowers abloom. Sunrays pouring through the tall trees. Vines growing up the sides of old buildings.
Students playing frisbee outside. Freshman packed in little orientation groups, giggling as they try to make new friends. People riding bikes.
If you ever have the chance to visit Princeton University, then I would highly recommend it.
I’ve been touched by this experience. Touched my a magic of knowledge that has passed and continues to traverse these buildings, and the beauty of the campus that I didn’t know was there.