Lately, me and life haven’t been seeing eye to eye. I have a lot of questions and feelings and life seems to have no answers.
I’ve been listening to Harry Chapin lately, and his music has me pondering about life, and death and what it all really means.
“Baby’s so high that she’s skying,
Yes she’s flying, afraid to fall.
I’ll tell you why baby’s crying,
Cause she’s dying, aren’t we all.” – Harry Chapin, Taxi
Harry Chapin- Taxi and Sequel Live
That verse has been haunting me lately. Sometimes it’s really hard to reconcile that I will die. That was hard to type. Like typing it makes it real. I just ponder…my life is wonderful in most measurable ways. I have the wife, kid, job, car… loving family. The pit of despair runs deep and it doesn’t take very much to trigger an unrelenting relapse into this dark void that I imagine is me coping with with my own eventual death.
When I play video games especially “open-world” games, sometimes I just think about the ramifications of my actions. not from the sense of “how is this story being affected” but more like what did I just do to this living world. I am playing Saints Row 2 and run over a female pedestrian in a business suit. The game shows her bleeding out on the sidewalk. She’s dead. I’ll just keep driving to the next story mission or side quest but the implications of her death mean nothing.
She doesn’t even have a name. What if she was walking home from a job interview, about to tell her family the good news about her new opportunity. What if she just got fired. Is her significant other waiting for her come home? Or will anyone notice she’s gone. Then you watch the news and hear about a tragedy and realize all the death tolls, and numbers are dehumanizing these lost people the same way the video game does.
I love when death matters in games. The games that have resonated with me most are games that have me wanting to cry. Sleepings Dogs when Jackie dies, When you have to choose to save Roman or your love in GTA 4. I had a hard time killing my girlfriend in Prey when she had been mutated at the hands of the aliens. It’s so poignant. How can you not relate to these moments? Death is the great equalizer. People still cry over Final Fantasy 7’s death of Aerith.
Sometimes I wonder what games would be like if you, the protagonist died and the game went on dealing with that loss. I always remember in Metal Gear Solid when Snake dies and Otacon screams “SNAAAKE, SNAAAKE!” and you know it matters. his loss is felt. If small things can resonate so much, what if you died in a game and it cut to your best friend finding out. Or maybe, a wife or co-worker. You play through their reactions. Maybe if death was simulated in games more, it would help me understand it… but in most games you just come back. In real life you can’t.
Maybe Harry’s music is resonating with me as I think the story of my life and realizing that life is a ballad. It has to be right?