This is what I thought:
for the most banal event to become
an adventure,
you must (and this is enough)
begin to recount it.

This is what fools people:
a man is always a teller of tales,
he[she] lives surrounded by his[her] stories,
and stories of others,
he sees everything that happens to him
through them;
he tries to live his own life
as if he were telling a story.

But you have to choose:
live or tell.

Nausea, by Jean-Paul Sartre, p. 56

Continuing to carefully read the Crisis of narration by Byung-chul Han. The quoted lines come from Sartre’s play, Nausea. The protagonist, Roquentin has a flash of insight. The daily, hour by hour grind of his life, a unbearable nausea of the world, the banality which invades his consciousness is alleviated by narration. The insufferable grind is transformed, made-into-adventure by a telling, life as story.

You and I are something other than the isolated individual that perhaps each appears. Each is a potential fabricator of a one of a kind story!

But,… you have to choose!

Live, just live a bare life of survival, one without story.

Or – you may tell, tell it again, tell it a bit differently once more!  Your story!

There is always a tune, is there not?  That is, a story-lyrics melded with a melody, and harmonious voices. This one has inspired a generation!  Dancing Queen by Abba