This song is music to my ears, and not for the reasons you might think. For over 10 years, it was not just my vision that was failing me when I had trouble seeing my teachers' boards in Middle School: my hearing took the path of monotone distortion, to the point where I could not hear someone or anything even if the source of the sound was directly in front of me. With music, hearing it in its raw, non-remixed form was absolutely impossible: being able to hear patterns from music was difficult enough, let alone a remix!

Now, midway through my senior year, I already knew the source of my mental ailments with all my years of public education, acquiring immense knowledge but lacking in common sense since my only methods of perceiving the world were distorted beyond compare, from my eyes; ears; nose; tastebuds; coordination; attention span; alertness; sleep patterns; attention to detail; malnutrition borderlining anorexia: I knew all of it had a source, and where there is a source there may be a cure. Instead of taking Medicated drugs prescribed by a doctor that has absolute awareness of the side-effects(keeping the patient in the dark until the side-effects actually kick in), I decided to try my self to rehabilitate my seemingly irreversible dilemma, because my own mental retardation was preventing my prodigious mind from truly experiencing the world I lived in with all its glory.

I decided something right then and there, during October, that I was not going to let my unaided sensory haunt me for the rest of my life, and literally get me killed one day: screw this absurd hooey, I can cure myself of what I am completely aware of. I knew that stress was a factor, a huge one to my gradually diminishing senses, but the source is what is glaring at me as I type this right now: it has an artificial monitor of light that is easy on the eyes; speakers that are easier to hear rather than everything else; no point in smelling something that lacks a scent, in the same manner that you do not need adequate taste; and sitting for long periods of time was not healthy for my body whatsoever. I was so addicted to my computerized, simulated environment that I did not even know that all my sensory stemmed from an adaptation to a computer, video games, artificial light, surround-sound speakers, ergonomic keyboards, game peripherals, and essentially everything I've ever experienced indoors since the dawn of technology(over 17 years of what I thought was irreversible damage).

Then, one night, after a hectic week of inner turmoil, at school and home, my visionary problem of myopia(nearsightedness), shifted from not seeing almost everything to seeing pretty much EVERYTHING, +every day my vision and all of my other sensory is improving at a supernatural rate unlike anything I've ever experienced before!(hearing, taste, sensation in my hands and feet, finally experiencing pain on my body after over 5 years, being able to remember things that I never thought I could; being able to react to a situation in a clever and intelligent, even creative way; being able to play videogames in ways I never thought were even possible; able to build my body up from over 15 years of unintentional, self-deprivation of necessary nutrients since my tastebuds went to hell when my sense of smell stopped functioning, but both senses are as great and even better now; able to do things with my physical body that I remember and even learned from videogames that I did not even know was physically possible in reality, especially by me; and much, much more)

Being able to hear this music the way that Nintendo composed it, without the distortion of sound that my own mind tricked my ears into registering as true audio, is easily the best thing that could possible happen to me in my entire life, no matter how insignificant a video may seem: I've never felt as great as I do now for over 17 years, my whole life up to October and now, and every day my sensory is still improving. I did all this without medical advice, a useless surgical procedure, parental guardian assistance, some teacher(s)'s wisdom at school, everything I've ever learned in school with the scientific method, and the belief in optimistic ideology that I could and will cure myself of my diseased mindscape that was distorting the real world that I love. The truth is, I am probably a prodigy and I did not even know for a very, very long time: problem is, I've never been so vulnerable emotionally and stress wise at the same time, but I suppose that can easily be fixed if I can cure myself of a problem that persisted for over a decade of my entire life. If you have a problem in a videogame with a digital glitch, I fixed and even surpassed a mental glitch in my reality that I inherited from my parents halves of their corresponding genetic code, that may only affect me and my younger brother but not my only sister: go-figure =D. I am in general education, my brother is in special education, but I believe both of us may have been autistic the whole time: it just took me a longer time to realize that I just have the energy and the drive to use my "disabilities" as a God/Goddess-given superpower. YouTuber trolls can call me a freak of nature, but the truth is that is exactly what I am: I am one of a kind, and I have the rest of my life to prove that to myself and the people I may or may not meet =) .

I guess I learned a lot more from video games than any adult could possibly comprehend, huh? Procrastination is not a bad thing, because if it was not for my nostalgia and my internal suffering, emotionally scarring memories, and the pain I endured, with 12 grades of educations(almost, did not graduate my senior year yet) that I truly appreciated, and my family's diverse heritage, I would never be the person I am today. Video games are the reason my sensory went awry, but video games were also the key to opening a mental door that has been locked for longer than I can remember: the rotting door is finally off of its creaky and rusting hinges, and everything that was inside that box is finally a mental resource to me: are you using your full mental capacity? I know for a fact that I have not for over 17 years of my still young life, and who is to say that the future readers of this comment are holding their own raw talent and potential behind closed doors? My childhood never ended, because I didn't know why it was still haunting me even into my adolescence: and now I do, and here I am: I've never been better than right now, and I can only get better until I reach my limits.