I started this world in 2020 with the hope of having a world that I didn't get burned out on. I started playing Minecraft back in the days of Alpha, creating and building on many worlds. I loved all of these worlds but I never ended up keeping them. I would get burned out and give up on the visions that I had for them, or the server I was playing on would die. Minecraft was my life back then and it was quite disheartening to not have anything to show for it. This world is my answer to that feeling. I'm documenting it so I have something to show for my life of Minecraft.
My plan going into this world was to have small projects that I could finish relatively easily and quickly without getting burned out, but would still come together for a satisfying outcome. That's why I decided to renovate a village. It was a rather pathetic village to be quite honest, which ended up working out well for me. Every bit of progress I made left me feeling so satisfied. I was so proud of myself when I finished it.
Unforseen Escelation
After I finished the village, I felt I was ready to tackle something a bit more. I wanted to build a castle. This was contradictory to my original goal of not having any projects that were too big, because this would be my biggest survival project ever. I was worried that this would be the project to burn me out from Minecraft for good, but I had the motivation and the desire to do it, so I did it.
It took me ages to complete. The mountain it was built on required extensive terraforming for the castle to fit. The resources I needed were more than I could comprehend. I would spend hours every day in the mines, digging up diorite for the walls. I would spend hours breaking and placing stone to shape the mountain. I had a magnificent vision in my head of what I wanted this caslte to be and I would do everything that it took to make it a reality.
When I finally completed it, I knew everything I had done was worth it.
The Woes of a Lost Hoe
The current state of my world is slightly depressing. In 2024, while listening to the audiobook of House on the Cerulean Sea, I had a tragic accident involving a cave, a creeper, a pool of lava, and my beloved diamond hoe. I'm sure you can put together what happened. It was tragic, and I still haven't recovered from it emotionally. I grinded through the levels and rebuilt my hoe, but I haven't rebuilt my heart. It'll take more than just two diamonds and a stick to rebuild the bond I had forged with that beloved garden tool.
If you haven't noticed from the pictures of my world, I love farming. Every world I made has been covered in massive fields of whatever crops the game has had available, and I have a tradition of making a diamond hoe out of the first two diamond I mine in every world. My beloved hoe wasn't just a hoe, it was a symbol of my progression through the game, a reminder of what I had built and done. Losing it meant I lost that connection, I lost that history. And with that connection, I lost my will to play. I forced myself to push through to rebuild my hoe, but when I crafted it, I felt empty, like my world had lost it's spark.
I don't know what I can do to get that spark back, but one day I will and I will return to my world.
