Levels Of Thought

It was an interesting day, to say the least. The weight of my responsibilities bore down on me, as my mind waged a battle between focusing on client work and desperately needing a break. Screens surrounded me, their luminous glow a constant reminder of the demands of my life. I yearned for respite, a moment to escape the digital world that held me captive. Yet, even in my desire for release, I couldn’t help but obsess over the launch of SLAM Global as a VR experience. Nights stretched on, my exhaustion outweighed by the fervor of creativity, as I labored to create an immersive journey that would encapsulate my contribution to the wrestling community. Every precious second of my day was consumed by a relentless pursuit of productivity. It was a relentless cycle, a ceaseless drive to work on different projects during each fleeting break. But as I reflect upon this, I realize the toll it took on my weary soul. The weight of my responsibilities accumulated, and it was during those crucial moments that I found myself walking to the corner store, seeking solace in the familiarity of a six-pack of Heineken. As I’ve shared before, abstaining from alcohol doesn’t erase the fact that I’m an addict. I’ve merely shifted my addictive tendencies towards other vices—cigarettes, caffeine, ice cream, and soda—indulgences that punctuated my daily life, offering temporary reprieve but feeding the anxiety and depression that haunted me. After finalizing the initial uploads of SLAM Global, I delved into the meticulous process of dissecting the bugs plaguing the Voxels platform. I knew they were undergoing updates to enhance the lighting maps, the very foundation that rendered the facilities in a stunningly realistic manner. Yet, these crucial improvements inadvertently affected other elements, leaving me feeling helpless and emotionally drained. The sense of control I had worked so diligently to maintain slipped through my fingers, and I was left grappling with a gut-wrenching sensation of powerlessness. Frantically, I turned to social media platforms, capturing screenshots and reaching out to Voxels’ support team on Twitter and Discord. But deep down, I understood that a prompt resolution was unlikely. I would have to endure the storm of uncertainty and weather it alone. Seeking solace, I donned my VR headset and plunged into SLAM Global, hoping that the panoramic view and immersive experience would alleviate the tension coiled tightly in my chest. Temporarily, the world within the headset became my refuge, a respite from the chaos that plagued my digital realm. As the night wore on, frustration clung to me like a second skin. The bugs in Voxels, the flaws tarnishing my meticulously crafted VR experiences, fueled my discontent. Yet, amidst the tangled web of emotions, a strange sense of déjà vu settled upon me. It was as though I had walked this path before, witnessing the narrative unfold like a rerun of a familiar movie. In that moment, I clung to the belief that there are different levels of thought, and if I could elevate my vibrations, if I could maintain a positive energy, then perhaps the pieces would fall into place. So, with a restless mind and a heavy heart, I retired to bed, carrying with me the burden of unresolved issues. I knew the road ahead would be arduous, but I remained steadfast in my belief that this was merely another chapter in my ongoing pursuit of greatness.