The Museum feeling of ending (and death)
In the last year I've faced a feeling that is relatively new to me but achingly hard to manage nonetheless. While it appeared it my life from time to time before, I've been hit increasingly hard by it as life moves on. I call it the museum feeling when your relationship to someone or something ends and, while everything wonderful you shared is still there, it no longer lives or can grow further. Instead, that world you created together becomes a preserved museum of memory. To give a video game example, an art form which I never expected to grow into the emotionally mature and moving stage it is reaching now, I felt the museum feeling when I completed the Witcher 3 - Wild Hunt. After 30 or so hours of challenging, engaging, human, morally uncertain and even funny adventures with a great cast of other characters, I finished the main story. It was moving and impressive to say the least. Since I was trying to play things the "right" way I had decided to complete t...