In SL, I was constantly searching for either meaning or even for a good use for it. But I was only hiding -from me, from my own fears, from the fact I am not getting any younger, or God knows what else.
I was trying to hide while hoping to find something good about me in there.
It’s over. Now I understand all the people that said how stupid that was of me, both my addiction and my struggle. But I needed to live it full cycle, perhaps one day, this will not seem so fruitless
Of course I know, and I have met people that explains to me all the great, good and amazing qualities of that place, I know the people that can experience a “normal” life only as an avatar in Second Life, because they have challenging situations in their lives, women with facial injuries, men who can’t walk and also dying people in their beds, who appreciate an escape from their pains.
Last night watching the movie "The Truman Show" I got it, I had crashed so hard into that wall, I needed to come in and close this chapter.
Ant farm, self-induced trap, “non je ne regretted rien” for I wanted to lift every stone, touch every tree and kiss every soul.
Thank you. My addiction it's over.
