It’s been three months since I left Second Life.
Nothing Left to Give
I didn’t really know why I was leaving and I’m not sure even now. I was disappointed in Second Life. I had nothing left to give to anyone.
I had nothing I could say to my friends, even the people I love most. I feared being asked why I’ve left. Some people are so well-balanced they may never understand what I mean, but this is how I felt.
Sneaking Into My Bedroom
It’s really a requirement that if you leave a place, you should really leave, right? Like, if you’re in high school and you run away from home but then at night you sneak into your bedroom to sleep, that’s not only comical but disingenuous.
Anyway, I’ve been kinda doing that, sneaking back into my bedroom but more like once a week or so. I’ve been online to catch up with Leanna, do some building. There’ve been weeks I haven’t been around, but on average I’ve been back for an hour or so each week.
Many of my disappointments in SL have come from my drive to do things, to make things happen, instead of just being who I am. Is that Lao Tzu’s grumbling in my ear, “The way to do is to be”?
Leanna and I plan to go to SL10B and see what the residents have created. And when I sneak online, I plan to keep building a geisha house for my Edo era Japanese inspired drabbles.
I’m still not sure what the future holds but for now I need to find myself by just being.