I’m sure posting this wasn’t easy as it seems you’ve had the thoughts for months but finally felt compelled to get them out of your head in some form.
The struggle you’re having isn’t unique, a lot of players have been feeling this way. I say this only to suggest not conflating your potential mid-life crisis (which is very real speaking from my experience) with your frustration with the game.
I’ll be honest, I’ve never played a game as long as I’ve played Splinterlands - and I’m not even at 2 years yet let alone 5 like you! I still find it fun although I can agree that the core gameplay hasn’t changed in forever so I understand why some may find it stale.
That being said, it seems as though the team is focused and committed to creating new game modes in the future. When that future arrives, nobody knows but it’s definitely not soon (weeks-months). You still seem to have an affinity for the game so while I won’t tell you what to do, I hope you retain some assets within it to try out those new game modes when they arrive.
As for the mid-life crisis, follow where you’re passions lead. Maybe the Splinterlands chapter of your life has come to an end, maybe it’s just a pause, but regardless you feel the itch to try something new or different and scratching that can usually lead to awesome things. Wish you the best of luck man!
Thanks for your thoughtful and considered words. Your calm demeanour and passionate enthusiasm really shows on your streams and in your conversations with your guests on your stream. You have a brilliant, child-like wonder when you talk about Splinterlands, and I feel as though I once had that, but it has faded.
Perhaps I'm now the apprehensive school-starter who looks out upon the coming challenges and grades to progress through, only to just want to nap in a corner and play with toys.
I'm conflicted. Normally, when that happens, I flip a coin, or roll a dice. While that coin is the in the air, or the dice is in flight, I instantly know what I want.
In a false sense of that, I haven't done that for this quavering choice that swings like a metronome from yes to no at a pace I can't even describe.