My hobby, you ask? Ah, yes. It's pretty simple and sometimes even enjoyable. I've been doing it for so long now that I've become a pro at it. It's nothing complicated. Just simple world building.
At first I did it subconsciously. Building suburbia and rebuilding suburbia and so on and so forth. But soon I learned to do it knowingly. My world was beautiful. Lofty peaks, deep oceans, civilized cities and what not. It was simply heaven. But I neglected it. I neglected it for my early teen years. Then, one day when I went back to see it, it was covered by a crisp cyst of anxiety. I knew something was wrong with my world but I hadn't known that it was so bad. It didn't look like my beautiful world at all.
I tried to peel off that sphere of anxiety but for some reason I couldn't. Maybe it was because I thought that looking at the ball of anxiety was probably better than looking at whatever actually had happened to my haven. But after a while I mustered enough courage to see what had happened to my world. So I broke open the flimsy capsule and I was horrified…. My world was infected with depression.
And you know the worst thing about depression? It infects not only people but also the soil, the air, the water, even the buildings, skyscrapers, small cottages and huts. And all the people that resided there for so long had done nothing to prevent it. I couldn't blame them. Laziness is a side effect of depression.
But I can blame myself. Because I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just sat there gazing at my once beautiful world being contaminated with depression for months.
Finally I decided that I had enough. And so I began to renovate my whole damn world. I know it doesn't make sense but I tried anyway. And God!! It was so difficult. Whenever I tried to renovate a continent, it felt like a hammer was being banged on my head. But I didn't give up. So I ploughed the soil with self love and sowed seeds of positivity, hoping that I'll get a fruitful yield a few months later. And I tried to construct a few new buildings of course. This time, with meditation as a foundation. I built a new town's hall and the people became so happy. It made me happy when they started to continue their lives again, making my world functional and regular.
I built water reservoirs of kindness and I banned vehicles which lead to annoyance pollution and I promoted the use of environment friendly behaviors and I prohibited the overuse of overthinking machinery. It took me months.
I now stopped feeling the pain of the banging hammer. I knew what kind of hammer it was anyway. The hammer of people's expectation. I still haven't gotten rid of it but I hope it'll go away soon.
For what seemed like centuries, I renovated my realm. It's true, you know. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Finally, I thought that I did a better job than last time. Here was a world that was well- nourished, habitable and quite beautiful. I was finally able to reconstruct my world and I was on cloud nine. Unfortunately it didn't last long and soon I found myself wondering what was wrong with my world. The thing is, it should be functional as well as steady and stable, also well protected so that it'll be able to survive calamities.
Yet mine was teeny tiny bit feeble. I knew it as soon as hurricane stress striked. A whole continent was destroyed. It was probably continent Satisfaction. But I thought it was alright. Not bad.
How wrong I was. Hurricane stress subsided but then there were tiny post traumatic stress tornadoes and storms. They did little damage though damage nevertheless. But my world remained functional, not quite perfect but still functional.
That was until the grief nation attacked. The grief nation had a rather peculiar yet effective way of destroying other realms. They attacked the resources. They destroyed my dams and barrages and set fire to my fields of positivity. My metropolitan was flooded and the air got heavy with something sooty.The grief nation somehow managed to paralyze me as well and all the time it attacked i just sat there, watching my beautiful world burn. I didn't know what to do.
I still don't know what to do if it attacks again. But the good thing is that grief didn't last as long as depression. They went away soon. And now I was left with a world really barren and burnt.
But eventually I commenced. All over again, I started. And worked hard. And now my beautiful world is again functional yet it has its own oddities.
I couldn't remove the kraken of sadness from the mood swing ocean. And there is stress the mutant gorilla on the main tower of my metropolitan area. Monsieur negativity lives quietly in the east towers of tensionvania, occasionally sucking the blood of passerby thoughts and sometimes the dark lord of over exaggerating thoughts throws tantrums. But on the whole it's functional.
And I need to properly take care of it lest depression affects it again and I'd better be prepared for the grief nation.
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