I feel pretty nerdy for entering stuff into a journal on a video game site. But I really don't know where I could have put this where it could have been at all thought provoking and relevant in its context.
My buddy asked me in the car today about the reason why I play, or more to the point, buy video games. He equated it to people (women in particular, but that's a moot point) who buy clothing when they are depressed or because they feel they need to in order to attain happiness in their lives. As if it fills some sort of void that is otherwise vacant and can only be satisfied by other more profound suppliments rather than material weath and consumption.
So in this constant pursuit of happiness we all endeavor there is, as I have come to believe, a very fine line between our passions and our addictions or escapist addictions that we might miss in our journey. Such a converstion compelled my to look a little deeper and think about specifically why I play and buy video games.
My initial reaction regarded the simple fact that I am a graphic designer (full-time), and being that I am in the constant pursuit of inspiration and a creative outlet. Gaming has been a constant source for these things for as long as I could understand what a computer was, or perhaps when I got my first Nintendo at Christmas. As I have matured, so have my interests in the gaming industry and my tastes in the games that I become involved in. I was first into them because it was fun, and addictive. I became intesely into them when the art and the styles of each game became more developed. It really all started to become a passion when Warcraft was release. I remember pouring over the art , music and the story of the game, completely transfixed on the level depth the game had to offer.
But that was then.
Now I continue to update myself on the industry and pursue games that provide similar experiences and quality of depth that the Warcraft series had delivered. But do I continue to purchase games now because I think it will make me happy? And if so, why will it make me happy? That is the burning question of this whole entry. Has the passion and the initial interest turned into an addiction? Perhaps I have outgrown their fufillment in my life and fail to see that games are only now just a temporary high to distract me from what might really be going on in my life. It is similar to those who shop when they are depressed or unhappy. I am guilty of it. "Ebaying" it up at 2 in the morning after I didn't get the job I wanted. Everybody is guitly of it at one point. It is that feeling that the aquisition of material goods will heal pain that is on a deeper level. Or the endless struggle to re-create the initial rush that something had provided when you had first discovered it. It is a fruitless endeavor, however some are trapped in thise cicle.
There are many reason why I love video games. They are challenging. They are inspiring. They are intriguiing. And they are most certainly fun. But again, it is very easy to tell myself that. Questions like the above need to be answered in order to discover why you pursue things in your life to make you happy. It can be a very blurry line between the passions and the addictions. Like just a simple recreational interest as a hobby or something to do on a rainy day, which could be interperated either way or not at all. I don't want to make this issue a black and white subject, which it isn't a lot of the time, however I only wish to express what I think is two ends of a spectrum.
Kudos to those who have read this, I hope you were able to make sense of it all.
Cheers ;)
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