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Sunday, January 5, 2014

You can pay the piper but you cannot buy his soul

"Why do you like this game?", they asked me.
"Because it's real. Because it's a game."

You know, you really can make online friends. Good ones at that. Some of them you'll forget in time, sure, but some of them... you will remember. Some you will end up spending your next three or four years (or more) talking to when no one else will. And sometimes they will tell you, "Hey, I'll give you this."

It may seem like a small thing, a gift of something worthless, of something that does not matter in real life. But it does matter. It matters because the person behind it knows you wanted something, you needed something, even better than anyone else around you. The person behind the other computer, hundreds of miles away, knows you better than any of the strangers around you.

Sometimes, it's better that way.

Maybe someday I'll quit this game and never play it again, never talk to these people again, never even think about them again. But one thing I will never forget is their spirit and mostly, their heart. To know that there's someone out there who hasn't known you for an eternity of even met you, but is willing to stand up for you. Who's willing to hear your complain about exams and school and reports and will still tell you "go sleep early you've got school tomorrow". Who makes it a point to remember your country and time zone and can say "hey isn't it 11 am for you now don't you have school today?" And who will go "don't you dare talk this way I will skin you alive if you say that to her again".

It all seems so simple that no one would bother to do it because after all "dude these are just online friends you don't know them for real you don't know they're not faking it they're not really trying to be nice to you" but really sometimes these things that seem to be just a casual thing like "I'm going to bed now have a good day all" can really make a difference. You don't have to be nice on purpose to be nice.

It is nice. It is forgettable, but it is also a feeling that will never leave.

And I finally feel like I have elder siblings I can actually talk to. Fundamental differing, indeed.

Posted at 11:52 PM




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