The clock says thirty minutes, all of the enemy team has their late game advantages it's one more fight and we can lose or win the game. We are already behind four thousand gold and they have gotten most of our towers, times are looking grim for Bilal and I as we are farming minions to cash in on some more items. Until I made the game winning play. I jumped in the team crowd controlling all of them, we all collapsed on killing with our abilities. We ran to their base and destroyed the nexus. VICTORY it said. But after the game screen I came to realize that I'm just back to ordinary life. I'm just some 16  year old with no abilities and spells but has to face the harsh reality we call life every day. This was one of those days where I wish I was still stuck in the game. I just had found news that my beloved uncle Audi was dieing. Playing games was one of the ways I was able to cope with my problems. And this being one of the major ones hitting me at my adolescent age, it was a nightmare.

My parents believe that videogames are unproductive and a waste of time, but as an active user of them, I have a different opinion. They do have a point where they can be a time waster as well as a waste of money but for the time it's truly amazing. It gives everyone a chance to explore another world full of pixels and fun. My childhood was really based off of video games. Ever since I got my first Playstation 2, until the day I built my own six hundred dollar gaming rig, it has almost become an essential part of life for me. Every other day I get at least one form of entertainment a day because it helps me cope with my stress. League is my best way to cope with most of my problems. It just gives me a reason to get all of the other painful thoughts of stress out of my head and I can focus on spending time with my best friends. But I came to realize it helped with just more than stress but my other emotions.

I remember when it all happened. It was early in the morning until my mom got a phonecall from my aunt. I was completely dumbfounded with the fact that she told me Audi had eight hours to live. The worst part was finding out that I couldn't even see him to say my goodbyes. He was funny, smart, and worked his tail off everyday as a taxi driver to make ends meet. But he didn't take care of himself, he took most of his time for the care of his children. Bilal was his only son, and my favorite cousin. He was 23 when it happened and we had close tabs with each other. I didn't want to bother him about what was happening because I couldn't imagine the stress he might be under. We both played the same game, League of Legends and it was a way to spend time when we weren't with each other. Its around thirty minutes of fun and excitement to keep us in some other world to get away from the issues that lie after it. After what happened I decided to take account for what it did for me, for us.

Around 11:30 I got a phonecall from Bilal and we were just talking about what happened. Audi told him before what happened, to not cry but to be strong and step off from it.  After hearing this, something hit me, almost as if my maturity level grew tremendously. I've never experienced something like this before and now knowing how it indirectly affected me, I changed. Soon after I asked him if he wanted to que up for some games, and he agreed. We were up until 3 in the morning playing and laughing, and trying to get that mindset of grieving.
Everyone tackles feelings differently with death or stress, but we both seemed to have changed in the same way. It then came to a point where our eyes really did not want to stay open anymore and we decided to go to bed. Until that morning I woke up, I felt better knowing that I tried my best to make Bilal untroubled for those few tough hours. Sometimes we should all look back at life and realize that we should live life to its fullest. Because although life is so precious, it is also very fragile. This was one lesson in my life I will never forget.