Who Wants To Live Forever?

What is this thing that builds our dreams / Yet slips away from us / Who wants to live forever? / Who wants to live forever? / There’s no chance for us / It’s all decided for us / This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us.

Who wants to live forever? / Who dares to love forever, when love must die?

If you know good rock music, then you know Freddie Mercury and his band, Queen. The other day I was listening to their album Live at Wembley ’86, where they performed the song Who Wants To Live Forever (listen to it here). Amazing song, amazing lyrics. Right after, they perform I Want To Break Free (here), and I can’t be sure if they put some deep thought in the order of the songs or not, but these two in sequence surely brought a strong meaning to the performance. It made me think a lot, and this post here is me trying to digest those thoughts. It was so beautifully… human. I guess that is what art is about, right?

I never met Freddie, and all I know of him is from his music, and yet I have the feeling that I know him better than many people I have small talk with everyday. To me that is what makes a great artist: when you can see his soul through his art. Transparency.  Continue reading Who Wants To Live Forever?

Scars and New Beginnings

I work testing video games. The difference between movies and games is that in games you are in control, which is awesome. They’re also endlessly forgiving, even the hardest ones: when you make a mistake, there’s always the option of trying again. With save datas or by literally starting the game again, if you keep going you reach the goal and beat all challenges. In the end you’re the hero that never lost, because every time you did lose, you simply went back in time and tried again.

What’s attractive about it is that our actual lives are not like that. In real life, the mistakes we committed yesterday, the ways in which we are hurt or we hurt others, the words we say and decisions we make, have no “return to checkpoint” option. There is only consequence. Healing is painful and it leaves scars.

Then there is death, game over. Continue reading Scars and New Beginnings