social interactions and entertainment
Day 1,683, 05:55
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by soaresol
as lovers passionately feel
this game that we play so passionately imprints a very deep sadness into our lives, our real ones. we sometimes try to be better than we are, and we so often fail at it. as our virtual characters progress through time, as we grow inch by inch, point by point, we become even less ourselfes, as we start identifying our real selfs with our virtual existence. many of us allready know this, as we have allready seen and felt the effects of the game in everything we are.
what kind of fool imagines love ?
i'm not talking about game changes, i'm not talking about medals and i am certainly not talking about gold. i'm taling about relationships with others, about this progression of people in and out of our lives, like so many tiny voices comming from each and every corner of our mind, as we give them life while reading everything they do. this is what actually keeps us comming back and what will eventually be the end of all of us. you cannot play it without falling in virtual love, only to find yourself ending up enveloped in pure, unadulterated virtual hatred for the same entity you once loved. be it a person behind a computer, a group of people or even the game as we know it, it al falls apart the moment we forget to be human and start being pixels. but you cannot be more than a random pixel to others that have never had the chance or have never taken the chance to be more than a pixel themselves.
change your heart
as you go through the process of contemplating your own virtual suicide, you begin trying to remind yourself of what you loved, who you loved, and why you loved. you do the same for every bit of hate that has ever consumed you. you find nothing. none of it was or ever will be real. you've been dead actually for so much time that you don't even remember when you died. but you did. as your thoughts battle in a secret chamber of your mind, a war between the will to live and the sweet freedom that is death, you lose all that was once your own sanity, becoming more and more numb, untill the numbness starts to hurt. that's when you realise. . .
it's over
apcdt - candva aveam un motan care torcea
multumesc
this game that we play so passionately imprints a very deep sadness into our lives, our real ones. we sometimes try to be better than we are, and we so often fail at it. as our virtual characters progress through time, as we grow inch by inch, point by point, we become even less ourselfes, as we start identifying our real selfs with our virtual existence. many of us allready know this, as we have allready seen and felt the effects of the game in everything we are.
what kind of fool imagines love ?
i'm not talking about game changes, i'm not talking about medals and i am certainly not talking about gold. i'm taling about relationships with others, about this progression of people in and out of our lives, like so many tiny voices comming from each and every corner of our mind, as we give them life while reading everything they do. this is what actually keeps us comming back and what will eventually be the end of all of us. you cannot play it without falling in virtual love, only to find yourself ending up enveloped in pure, unadulterated virtual hatred for the same entity you once loved. be it a person behind a computer, a group of people or even the game as we know it, it al falls apart the moment we forget to be human and start being pixels. but you cannot be more than a random pixel to others that have never had the chance or have never taken the chance to be more than a pixel themselves.
change your heart
as you go through the process of contemplating your own virtual suicide, you begin trying to remind yourself of what you loved, who you loved, and why you loved. you do the same for every bit of hate that has ever consumed you. you find nothing. none of it was or ever will be real. you've been dead actually for so much time that you don't even remember when you died. but you did. as your thoughts battle in a secret chamber of your mind, a war between the will to live and the sweet freedom that is death, you lose all that was once your own sanity, becoming more and more numb, untill the numbness starts to hurt. that's when you realise. . .
it's over
apcdt - candva aveam un motan care torcea
multumesc
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v1
nu-mi traduci si mie in romana, pls😃
deep. where can I download the subtitles?
v
such a long PM
dincolo de razboaiele virtuale, dincolo de luptele politice, dincolo de orgoliile prostesti, singurul lucru care ne tine in joc cu adevarat sunt relatiile sociale
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v
still comfortable numb
you started! (ce inseamna apcdt?)
imi plac prieteniile din acest joc, de asta mai sunt, inca, aici...