saveless

Staring at the Ocarina of Time loading screen, accepting it’s over — so one can at least enjoy the mist and ocean blues.

I leaned back in my chair and wondered about the central plot. Saving Hyrule, saving the princess as generic as it comes, though a mild paradoxical seeing as she has powers.

Before almost falling over in thought, gentle menu music accompanying, I tried to find any parallels to real life. Maybe one could argue the playground hero saves the day, perhaps, as a typical background story to the modern MC. Maybe you have the right words at the right time, assuring the path is right on ahead.

But drifting through all the roads and places to go on roads more I can’t find the picture perfect savior moment. One has to peel it back and look through the mundane, probably. Like the fact you were allowed food and water and bed for most of your life — to fight against the eye-roll and instead astral float over the cobalt mines.

Maybe one is still so inclined to stomp away because we’re here now. You made it. You’re here and what use are you, will you be? The antinatalists gnash their teeth, most certainly.

But that’s what it is, saved to wonder what’s next in this dissolving sea-side, letting the blue swallow the surroundings til still lake and suggesting that perhaps you can only dive deeper.

I’m not sure if I ever meant that much to someone to earn the title of “savior,” and I can only wonder what form that’d take. It’d probably be a vampiric feeling, seeing as the world feels so grey all the time. Seeing the eye sparkle from the mundane feats of this everyday living— I guess that’s the best twist of any saving; it’s the savior who needs salvation through the belief of those he affected.