When you’re sixteen, you think you have your priorities straight. You know what matters in life, and neither your parents nor your teachers can convince you otherwise. This mentality was part of sixteen-years old me, which caused me to be a lazy, uninspired twat who cared only about two things: finally getting noticed by the pretty girls in my class and video games. The latter were way easier to get, so I mostly settled for them. While my grades declined and all of my attempts to score with the other sex failed, I found myself having ample free time to invest in gaming. As fate would have it, I found that brown box with the grim orc on it in March 2005, just a few weeks after my birthday. That’s where it all began.
For those who started to worry about the quality of my youth by now: relax. I might have been a fat nerd back then, but that didn’t bother me. Sure, I was convinced that being a bit more attractive would improve my quality of life (which turned out to be only partially true), but I actually enjoyed having a lot of time for myself and my games. Doing the math, I think that back then, I could easily invest sixty hours a week into games, and I sure as hell did. The problem was that I did not own any game I could pour that much time into before getting bored, and at first I thought World of Warcraft would be no different. Oh, was I wrong.
Almost ten years later and I’m still busy exploring Azeroth, Outland and soon also good ol’ Draenor. I’ve had my breaks but in the end, this game lures me back. A lot has changed though, and one of those things is how I invest my time in World of Warcraft.
As said before, back in my Warcraft “prime”, I could easily invest a whopping sixty hours a week into the game. Today, I’m glad if I can put an hour or two each day into the game, right before I hit the gym, catch up with friends or simply enjoy a moment of evening serenity. Time’s change, people, and we won’t do anything against that.
Change. It’s something many of us struggle with. As a species, humanity likes security and stability. We love the predictable, and condemn chaos. Change, then, is something we fear, especially if it is a change outside of our control. Time brings many changes we cannot influence, and that scares many of us. If we could decide the course of time, we would have affected its stream as if it were a river that meandered the wrong way. If each and everyone of us had the power of the Bronze Dragonflight, we would surely see no changes. We would stick to what we know, and never sail for new shores.
I’m glad no one’s Chromie.
Time has been good to me and the people in my life. I have grown from a fat nerd into a somewhat athletic and healthy…nerd. I have been fortunate enough to experience a spectrum of emotions, with ample chances to flavor what the world has to offer and now live in an environment where I am loved and safe. Like all others, I float on the river of time, curious to see what lies beyond the next turn.
And Warcraft? Warcraft has also changed in these years. It also has been fortunate enough to allow people to experience a wide spectrum of emotions, offering them to taste the different flavors of a digital world. Time has seen it grow and shrink at the same time, as the game changed to fit a world that would not stand still. There were times that had me believe that I would never return to this game, seeing as we were moving in different directions. Well, here I am writing an article in honor of the game, while taking a break from leveling my Troll Priest. Time has proven me otherwise, it seems.
None of us can hold or turn back time, and so the only option we have left is to go along with it and adapt. I will keep on changing as the years keep passing by, and so will that game we love. No matter if I have sixty or just a dozen hours a week, Azeroth has not gotten rid of me yet. Will it ever?
Time will tell.