Reading howdiditbegin's journal

I have left something familiar and now I don't know how to get it back. Lately, it has become a fantasy to simply remember. I spend my days dabbling in things to arouse nostalgia: video games I played from when I was young.

I used to find them in gaming magazines, would read reviews and hunt for them in malls. Video game stores in Singapore, as I recall resemble the settings of the types of games I played. Inside large buildings, blacked out windows and dark corners hiding empty shops, the open few identifiable by the pale glow of fluorescent tubing from inside. On busy days a small gathering would spill out into the corridor watching a game demo set up at the shop entrance.

These were the times I could just stand watching aimless for a length of time, and afterwards emerge bleary-eyed and head full of stories and possibilities.

I don't think I was happy then, but if I was sad then it is something that I must have forgotten.

Do they blind strive daily to believe in a world they cannot see?

Well, do you miss the addiction? Or the passion that fueled the addiction?

You are the best immatation of you that exists

I miss the simplicity.

Do they blind strive daily to believe in a world they cannot see?

Ah ok. Yes, simplicity is nice, but then reality happens and simple isn't so simple anymore.
However you can get back there in someways, and one is to make your life more simple by getting rid of what you don't really need.
It maybe not so easy, but it does make life simplier in a lot of ways.
And if that's what your missing, it's with in reach.

If by simplicity you mean, less responsiblity, well, that's something that doesn't change unless your rich enough to hier some people to do the stuff you have to so that you can go back and live the life of getting lost for hours with no thought to anything else.

You are the best immatation of you that exists