20/20 Criticism
Oh, what fools we once were. At 18, we see ourselves as adults and look back at how childish we were as freshman, middle schoolers, and little kids. At 25, we laugh at our 18-year-old selves, knowing that we were still very much a kid then. At 40, we come to recognize what adulthood truly means and how immature we were in our 20s. At 75, we recall everything, seeing how we steadily grew over time. At 90, most of us are dead.
I’ve been on this train of thought before in this journal entries. In one year, I’ve repeatedly looked back on past videos, lampooned how little I’d known, and assumed I was leagues better. Even right this second, this analysis implies I have greater awareness than my past selves. I imagine this will be an ongoing cycle, and I’m okay with that. More than anything, it means I’m improving.
I now try to open my videos more creatively. I’ve learned some of the stereotypes of amateur streamers, and I have worked to remove those clichés from my own videos. I’ve practiced swallowing my burps and suppressing my hiccups. My microphone is leagues better; the Elgato software is less fussy; and I even have some rudimentary video editing skills. Perhaps most importantly, I now recognize that not all games can be transformed into entertaining content.
I’ve narrated my last video for this Angels of Death saga, which will be posted next week. We’ll talk about future plans in that video, so today, I’ll be happy to acknowledge my progress at this exact point in time. I’ll see you in the future as a new Solomon.