This is the realization I had which made me want to stop playing videogames.

A while back I was thinking about some of the very best games I have ever plahed in my life. I played some rrally amazing games, but I started thinking about some of the absolute best.

MGS psx, Ocarina of Time, God Of War, Resident Evil, GTA 3, Uncharted 2, RDR 2, Witcher 3, Elden Ring, Dark Souls I could go on and on and on.

What dawned on me is that even though I had that strong nostalgic feeling of fondness. This is likely because I kept telling myself what masterpieces these games are, coupled with having fun playing them - one damning thing really stood out. I did barely remembered a damn thing about these games. Sure, I can pull out some very basic pieces of memory, but I would say that I have mostly forgotten 90-95% of the details of these games. Imagine all those hours spent playing them, and I could not remember anything about them.

Sure for aome of the newer game like Elden Ring it is still fresher, but I know with time, those details will fade away.

If I wanted to relive those games, I would have to replay them again. So that is from 15 and up to 100 hours for some of them.

How ridiculous, to think all those hours spent, just for a feeling in that time and I won't even have the memories of them.

Think of the other things like movies or comics, if I wanted to relive Gladiator again after all these years, all it would take is 2 hours. If I wanted to relive my favourite graphic novel, it would take me an hour to read through it.

Masterpiece games? I would have to give up hours upon hours of my life again. Is that really worth it? I think not.

If what I said above doesn't sober you up to the nothingness of videogames. Nothing will.