It provided the perfect source of entertainment, something that could retain my attention for hours upon hours, while also letting me chat with my friends in a voice chat. This is where I rediscovered my love for a widely treasured childhood game: Minecraft.
To outsiders, it may have been a mess, but to me it was a wonderful chaos of projects.
I used to spend many hours with my Stepdad on our beloved creative world. To outsiders, it may have been a mess, but to me it was a wonderful chaos of projects. An organised chaos, if you will. I replicated my own house and pets into the game. I created mazes and puzzles for him to solve. We made villages, castles, aquariums, train stations, pirate ships, treehouses... The possibilities were truly endless. I miss this aspect of myself… the ability to create freely. I soon realised when I revisited the game in 2020 how difficult I found it to build for enjoyment, as I often found myself wanting it to be perfect. Therefore, I’d stick to the more guided part of the game and chose survival. But occasionally, I just want to get that world back that younger me was so proud of. Nothing needed to be perfect among all that mess. It represented my carefree self and the bond me and my Stepdad have.
Creativity is so important for well-being, no matter what form it takes.
I think this is a game we should all revisit every once in a while. When the exam stress gets too much, or work becomes overwhelming. It’s a game we can all enjoy, no matter what age or what device you choose to play on. Creativity is so important for well-being, no matter what form it takes.
