Forever Young

As I age I wonder why I still do some of the things I do. One of this is gaming. Without a shadow of doubt I have been for the lion share of my life a gamer. It’s fun to see the American culture slowly swinging a more open hand to those who choose to live their life digitally. For those of us who have always been there it feels like a movement that has been long overdue.

Gaming is a portal to the fulfillment of dreams. I admired Michael Jordan. I used to grab my nerf ball and run throughout the house cutting and slashing between invisible defenders. I would find my spot, jump to a height unblockable by midgets and children and perfectly throw a foam ball through a plastic and nylon net. Inside my head the crowd roared team mates gave high fives and cheerleaders wept with joy and lust.

Gaming allowed my to leave the imaginary world and have a visual representation of myself. In games I am the star, I make the plays, I call the shots. It’s escapism at it’s finest.

As I age I realize the dependency I have. My characters have the svelte and lean build of my high school years. In the game I am forever in that perfect shape. I become perfect balance of skill and polygonal immortality. I wonder every now and then how life would be if I had decided to be the star in my own life.

Or maybe I’m just depressed because it’s Monday. Game on!!!

Gaming Now and Then