As long as I can remember, I've loved video games. Growing up, I used them to fill a void in my life that grows bigger with age - I will never regret the time I've spend playing them. Now, I'm no addict or World of Warcraft type nerd with no higher aspirations than to get a special set of virtual armor. When I have more interesting things going on I don't even play. Quite frankly I find myself baffled because it's hard to even find the motivation to play games anymore. Even so, they've played a major role in my life, acting as a supplement for non-tangeble things I didn't feel I had. I thank my parents because I'm well off materially, but life has forced me into the awareness that money doesn't by happiness. Indeed, we hear this all the time and I haven't just discovered this.
The simple fact that money can't buy long lasting happiness dawns on every day continually. I have now reached the point where because of my cunning I am able to obtain many games for free. Because of my father's good job, I can get a new game relatively quickly. I am on top of new releases and I know what to get and when to get it. All this said however, I notice that in the end all I'm left with is a lot of plastic. Some of it is very useful, it inspires creativity and critical thinking (at least for me) but in the end I'm just playing the escapist. Bottom line is this: I know money can't buy me happiness, but damn I wish it could.