The Game That Made Me Cry Was Not the One I Played

I didn’t chase luck—I chased meaning. Growing up between Chicago’s silence and Rio’s noise, I learned that joy sold as algorithmic dopamine isn’t joy at all. This isn’t a game. It’s a mirror reflecting how we’ve been trained to mistake randomness for reward. I quit when I realized the drumbeat wasn’t rhythm—it was recursion.
The Game That Made Me Cry Was Not the One I Played