I used to play a lot of video games.
In fact, there was a point in my life where video games were all I thought about. There was one, in particular, that took most of my attention.
While I haven’t played video games all that much in recent years, all of this was brought back into sharp focus when my brother bought the Nintendo Switch the other day.
He loves video games and couldn’t wait to get his hands on the new console. I don’t begrudge him purchasing the console, but once upon a time me and him were not too dissimilar.
We were both enraptured by video games, I stopped playing, he never did. If he could, I’m sure he would spend the majority of his time playing video games. This would have been something I enjoyed when I was younger, now it’s just not as appealing.
Playing the Nintendo Switch is a lot of fun, the games and the graphics are fantastic, but the games don’t have the same pull that they did when I was younger.
Something inside has changed. I would rather spend my time exercising, working on my travel website, or writing here at Medium.
Basically, I would rather spend that time investing in myself than playing a game that offers me nothing more than immediate satisfaction.
