This is one of the toughest things that humans have to go through in their everyday life. Might it be to a significant other, or a job, it does not get any easier.
But sometimes, there is an appropriate time to say goodbye.
Recently, I have been playing through all of the Pokemon games again. As the fellow reader would know, I have always been attached to the franchise. I played every game, collected the cards, and enjoyed the music. It was my thing.
Then, I went to secondary school, and I started to distance myself from it unintentionally. I still kept up to date with the news, but I was not as interested as before.
Last year, it once again reaffirmed itself as important to me. It felt like a piece of me that I had been missing in my life.
So I bought all the games.
I learned the hard way that if you try to relive your nostalgia from a child, it can be incredibly saddening. Once you realise that the young you, who loved these games cannot return because you have already played them, it is sad, and can leave the games with a completionism facade.
I played the games, but did I enjoy them?
I realised this today, once completing the last game. I felt a wave of grief and sadness, that I had not explored when I was younger. The cost of growing up is that sometimes, the young child must stay with his games. I will always love the games, I don’t want to invest myself so much in just playing for the sake of it, because then I will hate it.
I will return to the franchise once I lose the no-fun-completionist attitude.
For now, I have to put the game back in its box.