The notification caught me off guard. It was unexpected… and sinister.
A child had been missing for a week.
I clicked on the pop up, concern filling my thoughts.
“Oh no, what must the parents be thinking? There must be something that can be done!”
Wanting to act in the face of tragedy… I called up a squad of axe-dwarves, and sent them on a mission to raid the nearest goblin encampment. If the child had been kidnapped, they were the ones who did it, and it was long past time for me to take action against these evil hordes…
If you are scratching your head and utterly confused, I am referring to the video game Dwarf Fortress. It is a deep, complex simulation of a systemically generated fantasy world wherein you grow a colony of dwarves from a group of seven intrepid settlers to a thriving dwarf city that will inevitably end in chaos as it is overrun by monsters or the mines run out of ore.
When I open my phone to see a world on fire and my body is making it harder to carry the weight, I find myself booting up my laptop not to write, but to escape. In doing so, am I committing evils of indifference?
Am I abdicating my moral responsibilities to try to understand my place in the world and actively engage?
It is these questions I have found myself thinking about in recent weeks. My writing cadence has been reduced. My engagement with the world even more so. Instead, I am finding myself enthralled with the lives of a colony of digital dwarves.
As I have written here before, I am dealing with ever-present chronic nerve pain. The severity ebbs and flows. When it is a dull ache, I can behave almost as if it isn’t there at all, and go about my life being the version of myself that I like best; writing two to three essays here a week, being a productive employee in my day job, doing five to ten hours of cardio a week.
But when the pain gets bad… its hard to do any of that. I find myself lying in bed for stretches of the day, positioned carefully to allow the pain to reduce. Because being upright and functional has a time limit; the pain slowly grows until I have to lay back down.
When staying in bed gets me to the point of cabin fever, there isn’t much I can do to relieve the boredom. Sitting up with my neck and arm propped just right is a position I can get by with the small pain that is caused so long as I keep my attention occupied enough.
That’s where video games come in. It is something that can keep my attention but doesn’t require the full capacity of my pain addled brain. It keeps me from the depression inducing doom scroll. The stakes stay low. I can always generate a new world when the one I am in succumbs to the chaos.
But that’s the part that bothers me. Because the actual world around me cannot be rebooted so easily. And I have a moral responsibility. Not only to not look away, but to act within my capacity to increase the net good.
Thankfully I am subscribed to The Neurospicy Space by a Caffeinated Millennial. It’s a fun read, but more important than that, its author, Rhalyn Morgenroth, gives out daily permission slips.
Every day on my phone I get a pop up like this.
Permission to rest when I am in pain.
Permission to be kind to myself.
Honestly, these are things I need. I’m in a lot of pain right now. It is ok that I do less. Capacity is important. One can’t give what one doesn’t have.
I’m still writing, trying to share my message of kindness and clear-eyed moral accounting. I’m still practicing that as much as I can when I interact with the world. I give more when I have more to give.
Being kind to myself preserves my capacity. I won’t be in this state of pain forever, hopefully. Even through the five months of pain I’ve been in there have been times when it lessens, and I can do more.
When the pain is bad, when just being out of bed is an endurance trial, it’s ok to allow myself to shelter in a Dwarf Fortress. So long as I don’t decide to permanently reside there. The monsters will overwhelm and destroy your world in the game if you ignore them. And the same is true in the real world.
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