Like many of you growing up, I was only able to afford a new game every so often, and so each purchase was a special experience. The back of the box usually had a fantastic description of the game, tickling my still young and fertile imagination, and from the aisle to the back of the car all the way back to the house, I would look at the 3 screenshots to the game I bought and imagine the new adventure I would soon embark on. What these screenshots usually neglected and wouldn't be able to properly show was the difficulty of the game.
And you know what? I had a fantastic fuckin' time playing through the rest of the game. Yeah, I know. Easy mode. Anybody can beat the game on easy. I say, so what? I was having fun again. I began enjoying the exploration, looked at my surroundings with a new perspective, really enjoyed the creature designs, listened even more intently to the music instead of the dreading impending doom. This was fucking great.
Yes, I know. It's STILL easy mode. But that's alright. Games were made to entertain me, not punish me for not having the patience to withstand a digital hazing. I accept that now.
And in the end, I have come to the realization, that playing through a game and having fun with the little amount of free time that I can devote to a hobby that I've had since I was five is MUCH more important than proving to my more immature self that the most difficult difficulty is the ONLY way to play.