March 5, 2013 by misterblank22
Life can be difficult in so many ways for so many people. People of all ages feel they need an escape from their life’s demands, whether you are working long shifts everyday or studying hard in college or school so you too can work long shifts every day, we all need an escape. But sometimes we get lost in our own escape and have to try to get away from what we use to escape. My “escapes” have varied as I’ve aged, in school they were movies, music, games and books (Or simply just walking out the door). But those things grew stale fast and didn’t allow me to delve into them fully or to distract me enough. Years dwindled away before Minecraft dug its pixelated pickaxe into my heart, taking a portion of it like a pretty girl with a vindictive streak.
“I’m so happy! Come mine with me, everyone come mine.”
I mined and dug, I built and explored. I found diamond and walked the Nether; I filled chests with goodies I collected from around my world. I constructed tall buildings and an underwater home. I rode a pig off of a mountain. But soon my escape turned into an addiction. My hobbies were becoming nonexistent, instead of writing for a few hours after work I found myself building fences or baking a cake in my furnace. Something had to be done, I even contemplated the idea of letting a group of Creepers destroy everything I had built as I watched from atop a mountain. But I got a hold of myself before I had to resort to such desperate measures or group therapy. It’s because of this that I am glad only a few people broke under my peer pressure to play this indie game, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I caused someone to clutch onto a pixelated pickaxe so firmly. A wise man once told me “It’s dark in those mines and what you’re looking for ain’t worth it.” He died while mining diamond; he fell into a pit of lava and was never seen again.