Time, its immeasurable, unrelenting and ruthlessly fleeting. It withers away the past, dictates the future and usurpers the present with eradicating ruthlessness, always bitterly reminding you of the short time afforded to you in adulthood. No this isn’t a mid-life crisis (I’m only 25), nor some mutilating, drug addled concoction, that’s stimulating my seemingly derisive introduction, but a self-reflective look at the freedom afforded to gamers during our youth, and how disproportionately envious I am of those times. Sure, being an adult has its perks; no school, no homework, more money (though not much more) friends to whittle away the hours with, whilst you relax in regal garments in the garden, with a glass of brandy swirling in one hand and tapping the excess ash from your lit cigar in the other, recounting memorable stories from your adolescents and deriding the youth of today with ignorant jests (though probably with less pompous attitudes), as well as being afforded with other pleasurable….”nocturnal” activities, like eating Neapolitan ice cream at night (ooh, dirty!). But there is something liberating about being young, a certain allocated freedom seldom experienced in adult life, particularly when it comes to gaming.
The puerile experiences of adolescents were often care free, where the only restrictions were your imaginations, and the angry, elderly neighbours who discriminated against you for kicking a ball over their garden, again. It allowed much more considered use of your time. You clutched time in your hand like an insect, manipulating the figurative entity to yield to your wishes, relinquishing it only when you felt it necessary, time however has a habit of remembering these incidences. As a kid, the most conflicting decisions you made, is what confectionary to purchase on the way to school, or how to alter the cadence of your voice efficiently, to convince the proprietor of your local newsagent, that you were old enough to purchase the top shelf content. Freedom, friends and gaming were more easily accessible.
In spite of your efforts, intellect and duty sequester your attention, dictating your sparse, overly stretched, often erratic inclinations. As much as you desire to traverse the complexities afforded by Dragons Dogma, the dishes have to be cleaned. Instead of orchestrating the miraculous ascension of Gillingham FC to the top of league two in FIFA 13, your obligated to escort your spouse to the doctors, or attend a wedding, a Birthday, or the obligatory need for nutritional supplements; time is no longer an accessible parameter, and investing enough time to sufficiently quench your pleasures is writhe with difficulty.
Acquiring affluent time to indulge in your virtual cravings, is akin to a Keira Knightley clothing range, slim. The difficulties in maintaining continuing gaming, consistency when time is in accordance to laborious normalities, that require your immediate attention, becomes an increasingly frivolous exercise. Responsibilities become necessities and gaming, a more unstable peripheral experience, increasingly unjustifiable, when dedication to the craft is a strategical complex, supposition. Time is a relentless glutton, an unquenchable ambiguous presence, continually watching with significant purpose, like a domineering spouse restricting the applications you can apply to your virtual expeditions, but that doesn’t extinguish our desire to persist.
Sure, time manipulates how much we can implement into titles, and there are financial implications to consider as well as relationships to maintain, and any number of regularly occurring variables. Cauterizing the appendages of youth is an impossible but inevitable task, but hardly the end of your gaming ambitions. Less time, means the longevity of a game is exponentially extended, leaving you more time to properly appreciate what you’re playing. Exploits are more profound, they maintain greater resonance, every achievement is amplified, which is the result of a month-long love affair rather than hermit like approach, where successes can be achieved quickly, with meager satisfaction. Time, though unyielding in its ambiguous endeavours, doesnt necessitate that all forms of gaming must be severed, just reduced, which when considering the fiscal destitution that still constricts many of us, and the affordability of games decreases, perhaps games can finally warrant the asking price….though they could always be cheaper.
Do you miss the freedom that youth afforded? Or are you confused as to what this grumpy, over indulgent 20 something, is rambling about? Either way, let me know your thoughts.