You never realize how priorities change,
How one day all you can think about is video games.
But one day, laughter turns to silence,
and silence feels strange.

How nights once built on screen and sound,
Now fade for peace that cannot be found.
You chase the ranks, chase the score,
Until the numbers don't mean no more.

Then one day without a sign,
You trade the noise for thought and time.
The friends, the rush, the flashing light,
They taught you joy, they burned so bright.

Now you build not for the game, but for the craft.
Your hands still wire, your eyes still gleam,
But purpose hums beneath the dream.

And though the boy inside remains,
He walks new roads through old terrains.
For you never lose what shaped your start,
You only move it to the heart.

And this is how priorities change,
from a small gamer to thinker,
who's still trying to make sense of reality itself.
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