I feel like I've lost all imagination when it comes to gaming. Maybe it's age, maybe it's wisdom, maybe something else. In a previous gaming life time I could be wandering around the S.T.A.L.K.E.R world, see trees and abandoned buildings in the distance, and feel my heartstrings tug towards the beauty of it all. I'd run over and investigate. I'd be playing WoW, fly over Dustwallow Marsh and suddenly drop down and walk around the swamps, just to experience the feeling of it. It felt like there was mysteries to be discovered and I wanted to discover it. I'd be running around the lush islands in Crysis and see more islands in the distant sea and swim towards it just to, well, I don't know. It was just so gorgeous.
I'd don't do any of that any more. I've tried plenty of times to recapture that magic by seeking out the most abandoned, 'developers-forgot-they-even-made-that' places but it just doesn't do anything for me any more. I still play but much more analytical and mathematical now. And I never stray from the main quest lines. Nor do I go off the beaten track and experience the worlds any more.
It saddens me for real. Feels like a huge part of my life is coming to an end and there's nothing I can do about it. You cannot lie to the heart.