Myst taught me
that you could be smart and adventurous and didn’t have to hurt anyone to be a hero
that struggling through to solve a problem is better than cheating your way around it
that sometimes when you’re stuck in a rut, the solution is right in front of you
to always do what you know is right, even when everyone is pushing you another way
that pride comes before the Fall and that humility leads to Rebirth
that even the best make mistakes and sometimes they can’t be fixed and you have to move on
to stop and wait and listen and observe, because otherwise you’ll miss something
that no one is beyond redemption, no matter their past actions
that sometimes you’re going to feel Called to something, and you won’t have an explanation
that people are neither all good nor all evil, but somewhere in between
that anything can hold meaning and teach us something: a journal, a cat, family or friends, a word, a phrase, a scratched drawing on the wall, a home in the desert, the loss of a loved one, the beauty of rain, a book fallen through a fissure
or even just a computer game and the worlds it created and the universe it led to