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As time goes by, my perceptions of the game change.

As with life itself, our seats at the table affect when we get the dressing. I am fortunate that my position in this game is a good one. I can sit and watch and critique everything. I can people watch, which is ironic when it’s across the internet. I can raise my voice or let my silence speak. I am famous enough to be heard and unknown enough to have kept my feet on the ground. I can travel about freely without worries about finances. I can fight among the greatest warriors and not be out of place. I have been blessed in many ways. It would be easy to turn left and write an article around the themings of the American Thanksgiving. Instead, I’ll turn right and discuss what the game has meant and can mean to someone. This is in part inspired by the departures of Arjay Phoenician and Misho, people I do not know well but have respected from afar.

I have long since tried to devote any significant amount of time. It’s something that you learn along the way I suppose. It’s a young man or young woman’s game. They have the time and the passion. It’s important to step aside for them. It’s hard sometimes to simply move aside for a younger version of you. You feel replaced; you can nitpick and recognize all the ways that you are in fact better, but it is futile because your commitment starts to wane and you come to the realization that the game is just part of a bigger life. A real life. The cycle will continue and they will be replaced, too.



At first, it’s hard. It’s like an aging ball player, believing that he’s got another good year left, thinking I know I could do it. Eventually, that ball player will start to move from the bitter taste from his replacement to the sweet memories of what was. It’s not that hard to see in this game. Ask any Beta player, which version they prefer and surely the majority will say Beta. We’ll forget the bugs, but remember other things. We’ll notice the differences right away like not receiving emails for every message we received in-game. Beta was flawed but to many that saw it, it was better. It was our prime. We were the Lou Gehrig’s and Cal Ripken’s of the worl😛 working, fighting, and dreaming everyday.



Our time has passed. Yet we start to appreciate the past. It’s already happened and cannot occur again. We have done things first, we done things better than our predecessors, and we have made history. What we tried to maintain through holding on too long was simply prevent our own aging. It’s selfish, sure, but nobody wants to grow old. The nostalgia slows it down. In this game, you don’t have to go. You can stay forever and live forever. But that doesn’t mean the Charleston is okay for the dancefloor today. Maybe it’s the jitterbug or disco. Tomorrow, it’s crunk or something else.



The only thing I know for certain is that I have not finished my journey yet. And as with life itself, I want to be able to say that I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.

To those that have: Here's looking at you, kid.

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