Why Gaming Is the Only Thing Keeping Me (Mostly) Sane

Life gives you too much time and not nearly enough reasons to care. But there’s one mortal invention I’ll actually bow my head to gaming.

Yeah, laugh if you want. A mysterious,creature of the night glued to a screen, whispering curses at lag and praising flawless combos.

Tragic. I know.

But here’s the thing, games are one of the few worlds where the rules make sense.

You put in effort, you get rewarded.

You fail, you respawn.

You die? Well… death actually means something there.

Unlike real life, where you just keep going no matter how exhausted you are. In games, at least the grind feels fair.

There’s a strange comfort in slipping into those digital universes.

Slaying monsters that actually stay dead.

Exploring lands that don’t decay over centuries.

Meeting characters who don’t crumble into dust while you stay the same.

Plus, it’s one of the only places where I’m not “Vincent, the eternal wanderer of shadows.”

I’m just a gamer with questionable sleep habits... which is true, considering I barely sleep.

So yes, I love gaming.

Not because it distracts me from the burden of living… but because for a few hours, I get to feel something close to freedom.

If you ever see a username lurking in your lobby at 4 a.m. that feels a little too calm, a little too precise, and a little too ancient…

Yeah. That might be me.