The nuance of this game as a competitive format is beyond me. I don’t know what the best deck is, I don’t know who won what or what latest controversy has ignited the latest iteration of the same old debates from four years ago. I don’t have an opinion as to what is the preferable number of Strip Mines nor can I give you advice on how to design a sideboard for the current meta. I’m not absolutely sure I know what the current meta is exactly.
If you’re looking for information about how to improve your deckbuilding expertise, or to glean insight into the competitive or financial aspects of this game, there are many channels that will cater to your needs. This isn’t one of them, however. I can only offer my own view on what this game has meant to me. I can only express my gratitude towards those whose unbridled passion and creativity has given birth to something that is far greater than the momentary happiness gained from making the right play or executing a profitable trade.
Although I haven’t reached the summit of this mountain, the higher I climb I find myself able to view the world with increasing clarity. In loss, we are able to find a greater understanding of that which we do have. I realized that I had become too entangled in the materialism prevalent in the world today, and left it’s shores in search of something more meaningful. And so Old School Magic became less and less of a concern, at least in it’s outward expressions. Decisions such as what deck to play and what version of a card to acquire lost it’s importance.
As the realities of separation set in and I began to navigate the legalities of the situation the impact on my finances has become more and more pronounced. My collection has dwindled to a mere shadow of its former splendor. I began lifting and wanted a power rack for the garage, and my collection became a little smaller. I rekindled my interest in Hermetic and Perennial Philosophy and as books cost money, my collection became a little smaller. I started practicing Yoga, sold a few cards and bought a mat. Having more cards then I needed to play my deck became less and less important, and I reinvested that equity in the best way possible. In myself.
For over a year now I’ve played the same deck, the Titania’s Song prison deck. Its become my passion. When you invest your energy into a single deck, it becomes an expression of your personality. You look for signed cards in the prize pool that would fit into your creation. Your friends make you alters and hook you up with cards that fit the aesthetic. Memories become attached to particular cards, and in a way it becomes a reflection of everywhere you’ve been and everything you’ve gone through.
My deck might contain less Alpha or Beta cards than it might have before, but it is more beautiful than ever. It’s become a monument to the generosity and good will of the Old School community.
One day I will show my deck in full, and share with you all the Mysteries of Titania. I haven’t mentioned many names, but for those reading this who I count among my friends, my brothers and sisters, I have nothing but love and gratitude for you. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life and being there for me when times are tough. I dont know what will become of Old School, but I truly believe the best times are still ahead.
As my brother Cam once said, “Focus on the people and not the cards and our best years will always be ahead”.
3 thoughts on “On the Path of Return”
I fucking love you man
I love you too brother