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I miss Korea.
Not because of the Solo Queue,
Not because of the culture,
Not because of the friends I lived with.
I miss Korea because I hate being a person.
When I end stream on a good day, I feel like it couldโve went better.
When I end stream on a bad day, I feel like my world is ending.
You might think Iโm overexaggerating;
Iโm not.
I donโt think about my family.
I donโt think about my friends.
I donโt think about the positives in my life.
All I can think about is that one game I couldโve won.
That one death I couldโve avoided.
That one play I couldโve made.
โYouโre just being edgy for likesโ
Let me explain.
I donโt view myself as a person possessing the characteristics and traits that I possess.
I view myself as a conglomerate of individual characteristics and traits that each have the possibility to progress independently of one another.
So, whatโs the issue?
The issue is that when people see me, I donโt think they see me.
I think they see a physical manifestation of the things that make me up as a person.
And when a certain part of my life is regressing;
When my rank gets lower,
When my viewercount gets lower,
When my body doesnโt look as good,
I want to hide.
I want to run.
Because I canโt let them see me as a lesser being than what I could be.
I get an all-consuming urge to just escape.
To isolate.
And so, I entrap myself.
As punishment.
If I make a conscious decision in a League game that sets my goals back by another game,
Then I deserve pain.
I deserve emotional loneliness.
I deserve to be trapped deep within the recesses of my own mind.
โWhy?โ
Because I wonโt make the same mistake tomorrow.
Because I wonโt want to experience that feeling again.
I feel no self love;
Because I have no sense of self.
My life revolves around my goals;
Everything else is a reward.
Socializing?
A reward.
Calling my family?
A reward.
Visiting friends?
A reward.
And if I regress in any way,
Then I am not deserving of a reward.
I am only deserving of the ability to redeem it all tomorrow.
And this is why I miss Korea.
Because Korea, until the bans, was the first time in my life where I truly felt at home.
Where I truly felt a sense of inner peace.
โWhy?โ
Because it was the first time in my life where I could truly immerse myself in my goals.
Where I didnโt have to worry about a sleep schedule;
Where I didnโt have to worry about being in bed at a certain time,
Where I didnโt have to worry about talking to anyone.
And where I could just fully commit myself to my goal.
My goal of hitting Challenger Korea.
My goal that I hit in 10 days.
Thereโs nothing in this life that I hate more than responsibilities.
The only responsibility that I accept without complaint is the responsibility of turning myself into the best version of myself possible.
And itโs for that reason that I have to return.
And itโs for that reason that I will return.
But this time when I go there;
Itโll be different from every other time.
Because this time, when I go there;
I donโt plan on returning.
I wonโt book a return ticket.
Not until I receive what I am owed.
What I have been owed for months, but have never gotten the ability to receive.
The one thing that every Man on this planet is owed.
The ability to see my true potential.
Korea.
October 23.
The Final Run.