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Fuck.... Since I was a kid, years ago I knew how my life was going to be, what I was going to do, what I was going to work with. I lived with an uptight family, and progaming was so distant. I was always great at games but never dedicated the time. However bw and later sc2 I got captivated, not because of the game itself or the competitive aspect. But the dreams in it. To see all the progamers cry or cheer at their win. To disheartening losses to invigorating wins.
And I wanted that, I wanted to feel such a passion for something. I wanted to finally feel like I would do something 100%. To give it your all and not sit passive as you sit content, and don´t mind being the average. Those who never risked it all.
What was so enthralling about Jinro was how he poured his soul into it. To become the best in a foreign place. I saw him beating my die hard favorite player Idra in code S. I hate him for it, I absolutely hate him for it. I wanted to kill that motherfucker, irregardless if he was from my country, that fucker beat greggors. But with time I saw what an undertaking he had done, and the sacrifices he had made to get there. It was teamliquid coming out and fighting the world with nothing but heart and passion... and it won.
No one has ever surpassed Jinro, and with it, he now passes into the legends. In similar fashion as Grrr... people will discover Jinro´s unimaginable run at the last OSL - this time sc2.
And recall those days with awe and nostalgia filled memories.
This is a day where we see the foreign ''bonjwa'' of the very first era of sc2 retire, and we look proudly back of his run.
But for me, for me, this day could not be more sad. Because after watching all this passion and dreams, and especially following Jinro after he crushed greggors, seeing his stream and how he more and more spiraled down. But retiring or something like that was beyond this world. I knew he was going to continue forever, and I would to.
Just a month ago I stopped watching and with looking up to Idra and Jinro I started pouring all of it. I became mid gm in two months and have spent every waking moment perfecting my play.
For I to dream.
I dream the same dreams as these.
And to see one losing his ability to dream, it scares me, and it devastated me. What is left of us when we no longer dream? Will my dream to... be only dust one day? Should I just quit now?
No... Because I want to be as proud as Jinro and be able to scream: I FOLLOWED MY DREAM, I never lied to myself. Because what is a dream if not fleeting? It is about the travel and giving it you all. You want to pour everything out and press every drip out of yourself so you can finally see what you really are.
And as so I will continue to dream, and follow my dream, just like Jinro did. Just like Jonathan Walsh did when he left home and chased an adventure in a distant world.
Good luck in poker man!
- Rebel
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