It’s been a while since my last blog post, so here’s a small life update.

Last December, I bought my first ever game console — a PS5.

Not impulse. Not hype. Just a gift to myself. Maybe healing something younger inside me.

Weekends became simple. My partner and I on the couch. Controllers in hand. Laughing over Tekken rounds and chaotic Bomberman matches.

I only keep four games — on purpose. I’ve seen too many stories about massive backlogs and unfinished titles, and I didn’t want gaming to start feeling like another task instead of something fun.

It’s amazing, though. Cinematic. Heavy. Worth every minute.

But lately, something changed.

Not because I’m busy. Not because I don’t have time.

I just… don’t play as much.

Maybe I outgrew my gaming era. Maybe it’s responsibilities. Maybe adulthood. Maybe work draining the energy first.

I still love games. They just don’t hit the same way they used to.

The excitement is quieter now.

Still — I don’t regret buying the PS5. Not even a bit.

It reminds me that fun doesn’t have to be productive. That rest can be intentional. That it’s okay to play.

Maybe I just need shorter games. Maybe fixed gaming hours. Maybe one story that sparks the fire again.

For now, the console waits. And that’s okay.

PS: Sorry for the messy setup — real life isn’t always aesthetic.

Adios, until next blog.

Meanwhile, JJK is back. Let’s go.