Who would’ve thought that your hobbies that nobody considered as a productive

activities, could possibly guide you to choosing the path of your future career.
I remember, during my first year of grade 1, way back in my childhood, I received a handheld
game console. It was a new shiny one that my father bought from MBK, a shopping center in the
middle of Bangkok for some occasion. My father decided to buy it since the one that my aunt
gave me before was old and full of scars. Obviously, that one was also outdated too. Both of the
devices was from one of the most popular game company, Nintendo, and the latest device at the
time was called the “DS Lite.” This event lasted for almost 10 years, and I was proud for this to
happen.

Since I have never owned a game console before, everything was just entirely exciting.
The console was flawless and everything worked smoothly. The feeling of my hand touching on
the device was simply satisfying as if the console was the most perfect one ever created. As I
turned the device on, there are weirdy lots of game came up on the screen. It was not until I
became a teenager that I realized that the console was actually modified for shops to sell. I was
sitting in my father’s car, blown by its air conditioning, choosing the game to play. At last, I
chose the one that most people would choose, Super Mario Brother. I started playing the game,
and I was unstoppable. I didn’t pay any attention to anything except this console, not even the
quake of the car from bumpy roads as it travels home and the air conditioner that would always
make me cold. I couldn’t feel the time passing even a bit. It was like the time around me is
frozen. I later realized that I’m home already. I ran upstairs to my room, took a shower and
continue my adventure on my fluffy bed. Without any disturbance, joy and excitement were
injected into my whole body, overflooding me. Unfortunately, I am only allowed to play the
game on weekends only. I stopped playing the game, leaving my heart with my desire to play the
game once more that would still be lingering throughout the week. On the next day, I talked
about this with my friend, and the excitement I had was preserved. I grew up playing games,
sometimes with my friend and sometimes alone and in the end, it gave me lots of things.

Everyone reading up until here would think that the event just ended there, when I
continue my life, waiting for the weekend until I could play my game again. The answer for that
is a big fat NO. The event is still ongoing as I’m writing this essay. It is because game changes
my life constantly, giving me new perspective of many things, teaching me new facts,
encouraging me on discovering more about games and a whole lot more. Franchises after
franchises, companies after companies, console after consoles, I’ve never stop playing games. It
became my hobbies and one of the choices for curing the only rival to my life, negativity. With
all these, games inspire me to find out more them. That little tingling feeling inside my chest tells
me to discover a lot more every aspect of the thing that people called ‘game.’ That feeling drives
me forward to pursuing computer related career, hoping that, one day, I could also create my
own game to entertain others as well.