A cobblestone path
Bijgewerkt op: 13 feb.
For thousands of miles I've walked on cobblestone paths. Many journeys with different obstacles on the way to my destination. The journey continued right after arriving. New adventures, with clear objectives and many uncertainties. Although I had no idea what to expect, I knew it was the journey, not the destination, that counted.
This could be interpreted as a metaphor, sure. But I did. Not physically, but virtually. Before you say something like: 'wait, that doesn't count..', I would like to ask you to bear with me for a moment. Roleplaying games are an art form in my opinion. And being able to put myself in the position of the protagonist, I experienced just as much as he or she did.
It shaped me to the person who I am today. Countless different experiences, quests and adventures which I deeply hold dear. Some people like to read books or bingewatch their favorite movies. With my very short attention span, games were my ticket out of reality.
My little brother and I do not have much in common. I consider myself shy and a lone wolf, but compared to him I am extravert. Somehow I managed to make him experience my passion, and got him just as interested. Unfortunately we are completely living our own lives now and his hobby faded away, while mine is still strongly present. We traveled through many different worlds together, we made a great team. It brought us closer together and we finally had something to talk about.
It's a beautiful thing you know. Let me tell you a little story. Roughly, I think I see him once or twice a month, for no longer than a few minutes each time. A few months ago we went on a family trip. We had a lot of catching up to do, but we quickly ran out of stuff to talk about. I brought my guitar with me to the cabin in the woods. Believe it or not, we had to walk a cobblestone path to get to our location.
Now, I do not play the guitar well. Hell, I can't even read notes or play more than a few simple melodies. But I was eager to learn at least one full song. An acoustic tune that would trigger nostalgic feelings. A tune my brother and I have heard countless of hours when we were little. When I played it, he, and even my mother, recognized this tune and I saw their eyes close softly and a small, happy grim appear in the corners of their mouths. A simple intro to a song I had yet to master. It was enough.
I never expected him to pick up the guitar and starting to try for himself. I tought him the basics of the intro, as it was as much that I knew at the time.
At home, or everywhere really, I still listen to acoustic versions of background music from my favorite games. It helps me relax, reflect and think. The moment I turn it on, I teleport to the exact sport I remember best. You can skip the next paragraph if gaming is not your thing. No hard feelings.
MapleStory, Lith Harbor. The place where my brother and I were spending a lot of time when we were little. The music is so damn relaxing, it gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. That's the song I'm trying to master on the guitar. And for studying, the road to Whiterun in Skyrim. Small Mead houses and taverns along the way. A cobblestone path lit by the light of torches held by the guards. A giant being attacked by the companions on the left. Windmills and destroyed towers in the far distance. An outer castle wall surrounding a small village run by a Jarl who has not decided which side to pick yet in this war. This particular music, is what brings my mind at ease.
If I listen to this, with Krumpir clamping my arm and resting her head on my shoulder, there is absolutely nothing that could make me feel more safe and happy. Truly a dream that transforms into reality, while reality transforms into a dream. I wish this dream will never end.