Last night I finally picked up my Nintendo Switch again. The game? The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.

Now, I’ve had this game sitting in my collection for a while, but only recently betul-betul ada masa nak layan. At first, I was a bit reserved about the whole Nintendo Switch thing. Honestly, I’m not a big fan of handheld devices. My hands are like frying pans, so the tiny Joy-Cons? Forget it. I prefer a proper console or PC setup. Luckily, the Switch comes with a dock, so boom, big screen, real controller feel brother!

And yesterday, history was made. I defeated Waterblight Ganon and finally freed the Divine Beast Vah Ruta. No walkthroughs, no guides, nothing. Why? Because Link in this game starts with memory loss, so I decided to roleplay, kan… kalau Link tak tahu apa-apa, aku pun sama. Pure discovery sedara. Baru mashuk.

The last Zelda game I played? A Link to the Past, which was, what, a few decades ago? That hit me. I’ve gone from a skinny kid blowing into SNES cartridges to a dad with three kids and a Milo packet always somewhere near my desk. But here I am, still saving Hyrule.

Gaming at 45 isn’t about escapism alone. It’s about nostalgia, about keeping that curious kid alive. Every shrine, every puzzle, it reminds me why I fell in love with games in the first place.

And you know what? It feels good to know that while my kids might laugh at me yelling at cartoon monsters, deep down, they’re seeing their dad doing the same thing they do, (roblox la, menda la Roblox) figuring things out, failing, trying again, and celebrating small victories.

So yeah, orang dewasa main game sebab game ni tak pernah hilang fun. Kita je yang makin tua, tambah bil, tambah tanggungjawab, TV pun makin besar. Tapi bila Link pegang Master Sword… umur 15 ke 45, kau tetap hero dalam adventure kau sendiri.

Cuma bezanya sekarang… hero tu ada Milo panas sebelah, ready bila pause button ditekan.