Im pretty late at the party It seems.... Still i Will add that this Is exactly how i feel every year every Summer especially, and this Song summarizes everything
Random Appearance it shows the imperfections that Minecraft has. But it reminds us of when we didn't care about the imperfections or the world limits. We only cared about having adventures with our friends. Because that's what Minecraft is about.
The redstone fields. One place I was sure I lost to time. And yet, one I still remembered in my search for me and my friend's legacy. It truly was spectacular. The TNT cannons, the glitched dispenser guns, the music boxes. Everything was still there. As I near the end, I spot a lone sign. And then my heart stops for a moment. The answer I've been looking for. A discord my friend Red left behind. Would she even remember who I am? Would Angel and Neon be there too? As I type in the numbers and letters, I can feel the anticipation rise, until it is finished. I take a moment, and send the friend request, and now I wait. It seems I'll finally have that final walk through the garden after all.
I got griefed on multiplayer and it auto-saved, I spent 3 years working on that world. One day I got a friend who found the guy, I asked my friend for revenge, and made a plan. I pretended I was my friend's cousin and went into the griefer's world, he didn't remember me, but I did. I took all his chest stuff and threw it into the lava, then I blew up his buildings. I was feeling really angry, so I hung all his pets above a pit of lava while they were mining. Needless to say, he screeched.
“Alright my wolfs, see you during tomorrows adventure!” I remember this day forever, its no memory, its the legend of my wolves. My ipad mini ceased working this day. I wonder if they miss me, sitting in my houses main room. Whining in lament, wondering if their owner will ever return. Im sorry, will you ever forgive me?
I think one of the saddest things that ever happened to me is when I got a new iPad and a few of my worlds didn’t transfer...I’m sorry my 3 dogs and cats that are waiting in my cabin by the lake...I’ll never see you again :(
you've mined quite deep underground. you found ravines and found the ore youve been looking for. it seems that the ore leads you to another ore, oh hey that one too, and that one also! and is that a mine shaft? you lost track of your primary goal. your inventory is full and cant afford to lose the items by potential lava and poisonous cave spiders. so you trail your way back home, following the torches youve left behind.
and then you get lost no, you aren't lost! there are torches right there! have i been here before? huh. i better leave something, but i have 12 diamonds, i can't lose them!
I have had a lot of memories of this spectacular game, but one strikes me from my past with this song. I remember when I was young I wanted to have a world I could build on day by day, but I had no idea where to start. So I asked the wisest person I know, my father. I popped the question “What should I build Dad? It can be anything in a city.” He replied “A football field.” I wasn’t much of a builder back then, and I was only a child, but you can bet that football field was built. But this was only merely the beginning to one of my dreams that actually got caught by reality. Sure enough, day by day, for three years I added, managed, and loved this world. I had let a plethora of characters enter this world, and I let the ones I trusted build a house on a plot of their chose, then one day, one final day in the third year of my worlds life. I had started to work on a whole new sector of my city, which now stretched across four large chunks. There sprouted large, tall, and what I thought sturdy buildings. I could see the world of lights from the new desert sector, at this point I had gotten pretty good at building, and to see this living image of mine, and my friends progression through this game was magical. I felt so happy building my eleven house in the new sector, occasionally looking over, then a familiar group of characters joined my xbox world, which was open to all. So I kept building, and building, then I heard a noise that struck me through my skin and bones straight to my heart. Explosions, burning, water, and everything that spelt G R I E F in between. I ran from the new sector through the highway, past the prison, past the jail, past the courthouse, and past my good friends house, but as I turned the corner the calamity was already set in place. Two of them left the game, but the other three decides to stay and fight, I fought them, and with my far greater experience with this game, I won. They left one by one after death. But the war was just beginning. I ran into the city putting out as much as I could, stopping clocks from setting off blobs of TNT, I had also seen someone had a hidden chest in one of their plots under the carpet. It was filled to the brim with everything that causes destruction, I left in anger, and finally I realized everything was burning down, I climbed the tallest building (The Great Office.) and looked down at the dismay and carnage. It was all gone and auto saved. But just as I was filled with hurt, something caught my eye. It was where it all started, the football stadium. It had been untouched thankfully. Also thanks to my past self I went down to the field and went into the middle, and just pondered with my thoughts until I collected them. It was one of the saddest days I have ever experienced in Minecraft, but also just in any game, and just I was about to log off, Aria Math, by C418 started to play. Something in the song compelled me to stop myself and cherish what truly mattered. The stadium, the stadium my wisest man suggested I built. This game is truly benevolent, and I still play it today, only difference now is on PC. I hope to post videos on my channel soon. Hope any readers enjoyed this story, thank you if you made it to the end. :)
@@beanmariocow8601 I'm glad that you enjoyed the story, and I you're right I do have a powerful memory of my past. I haven't really thought of it like that before, thank you. :)
This one this one hits hard I remember my ps3 world i had a subway a hotel and 3 mansions built and a few other things i left a friend on the world while i went to get dinner and when i came back the world was flooded, blown up and lava everywhere the game autosaved so everything is gone when i saw that my world had been griefed this song played and i was very angry. And sad as all was lost those were my final days of ps3 minecraft
I miss my ps3. I'm sry for your loss. Betrayal is horrible. Losing a world that u spent so much time on...thats the worst and only minecrafters will understand the pain. This song is very sad too. I remember this song always played during night-time while I was building a wood house....the good old days when Minecraft was simple. We're all here together 😔✊
I remember building a world with my brother. We were on creative and we built houses and statues. We lived in a desert biome and we had everything. That was 2 years ago. My brother asks me to play sometimes. Sometimes I say yes other times I say no. This song makes me wanna play with him again. I miss that old world, but at least I still have the memories
God I remember this song coming on in my best friends world on his 360. Id go to his house after school every day. We had 2 dogs. Max and gracie. We had this huge wooden house that we thought was really cool at the time, even tho it was just a giant box. I even had a pet pig I'd ride around on and he thought it was hilarious. Wed raid dungeons together and die and lose all our stuff. Ahh good times. I havent talked to him in probably 5 years. We should really hang out again some time...
@@wowowypher my mom said shes seen him working at the publix down the road from my house. Ima try and see him there so I can get his number or something.
You first spawn in near a village by a green pasture. You decide to build your house there and live among the villagers, swearing to protect them. You begin to build torches to keep monsters away from the village, and then it is time to start building protective barriers. Your wall is under construction, your torches are being placed, but it is too late. Zombies and skeletons have overrun the village you are staying in, slaughtering the villagers one by one, converting them into zombie villagers. Your iron golem is killed, and you start to sob, “I have failed them.” You are alone in your village in the wake of it’s destruction. After mourning the losses and constructing gravesites for the fallen. You take a glance towards the pasture, cows and pigs roaming with a magnificent sunrise covering the land. You feel something, you feel hope. Hope that you can carry on the legacy of your villagers.
@@tobari wow, that other guy just flipping made you feel bad. But, he does have a point though, I mean, you did use "lol," which is pretty cringe, ngl.
This one in particular broke me. This song holds so many memories and emotions that hearing it like this really puts me in a different place. Thanks for your work, and for allowing me a chance to relive some of my happier moments.
The only reason why I believe I’m still a good person is because I protect the villagers and I actually get sad when one of my cats dies. RIP Donut. Gone but never forgotten
These songs are a treasure, bringing us back to when times were simple. Everything has an end, but don’t be sad about that. Everyone places their last block one day
i don't why but before the beat drop, this song feels like something that would play in the background as the main character of a show pieces together clues after clues and slowly but surely comes up with a genius plan. kind of like how in minecraft you add one small block after another to slowly build an entire empire
Isn't it weird how we all are united by a fragment of our memory when we really don't even know each other. It feels like a strange connection between all our childhood memories and somehow we all are linked together but exist as strangers. Minecraft isn't just a game; Thanks you Notch!
I wrote another comment, but I remember also this song would ALWAYS play when the old tutorial world was there. Remember? It was set up for you and you just had to follow directions. It was so fun. The only song I remember playing was this song. It would make everything erie and strange but that didn’t stop me on my adventure to greater things.
This is exactly what I’ve been looking for as one of those nostalgic Minecraft sound track videos. Although this song in the sound track isn’t as old as the alpha sound track, it still has so many memories of when I played creative with friends, on servers that are now gone, with people that I’ll never see again. This theme goes through different stages, it seems very chill at first and slow, then reminds me of Africa and jungles, then I hear some kind of old Japanese. I think this song is a masterpiece by C418. I’m sure there’ve been people who miss this song but can’t remember the name, having good memories of plain old Minecraft. And even though creative is still fun, the memories I’ve created in it years ago will never be the same as memories I create today. Thanks for uploading this, I obviously felt nostalgia.
reminds me of my very first minecraft world. i started in creative on a flatish big island. i made a huge glass house that took hours, a series of rubbish houses, shops, and horse stables with a farm. i spawned in animals for the farm and villagers for the houses. my friend had taught me how to play minecraft at her house. i was 7. she taught me about building better buildings and we both went to the never and fought enderdragons. back home i got comfortable enough to go on survival mode. i rode horses around, found diamonds, explored the world that was an incredible seed. then one day my xbox 360 broke and i lost my wold that i had spent years creating. never been the same since smh.
I remember booting up Minecraft console creative in 2014 and hearing this sound. To me this song represents a simpler time, when i was in primary school. I never knew i was in the good old days before i left them.
One night, she sat with Steve on the grass of a small hill nestled in the gardens. "Do you see that planet up there?" Steve asked, pointing up into the star-filled sky. _Jupiter_ , she thought wistfully. She had seen it nearly every night when no other planets or stars were visible. She could almost always see Jupiter shining through. "When I was up in the city," he said, "I couldn't see most of the stars because of the lights of the city. And I always imagined it was you." For a long time, she did not move or speak. She just let the moment flow around them and through them, his words, his tone of voice, his presence sitting beside her. She had never felt so deeply calm in all her life. And she wondered what could ever disturb that calm. "It seems like we have to keep fighting these battles to stay together," she said. "And we'll keep fighting them," he said. A few more seconds passed, and then he added, "You _know_ why I came back to the farm by the lake that night, right?" Alex's heart began to pound in her chest. "I think I do," she said, feeling as if her lips were suddenly going dry. "I came back because I wanted to be with you, Alex," he said, "I didn't care about anything else." She smiled, letting the words sink into her soul. She put her arm around him and rested her head gently against his chest. "I love you, Steve," she whispered. "I love you too, Alex," he whispered in return.
15 year old boys diagnosed with minecraft depression. Remembering old days. Playing with somebody you never met again. 15 year old boys still get ignored. life.
i remember making that specific stupid house on a flat world in creative, spending hours on it, i didn’t even finish it all the way, it was a big birch plank box with a bunch of colored windows, and the inside was crap too, but i think if i went back to that world today, i would see it’s beauty, the hours spent, the nights wide awake, the same music that i got annoyed by, the snowy ground, the burned library. i don’t need an explanation, i know exactly what i mean and that’s all that counts
Even though this song never played while being in survival mode or was even included until 1.7, this song had its way of making me feel compelled to build and remember the things I have built in the past. Just by listening to all the creative mode songs, it can inspire a lot of creativity.
This brings me back to the times when I was too lazy to commit to a survival world, so I just went creative, but never knew what to do. So I just flew across the world, with loneliness crushing me all the while.
update on resource pack: all previous songs + this one is added, tweaked a few textures when you are done doing the default music, will you be doing disks?
@@lunarbutterfly3394 ill send the link in the next video comment section if i get it done by then, and for when, basically when i think its playable so a few days
I am very thankfull to the person who runs this channel and makes these types of videos. not only are the absolutely great, they also wake up memories that I had completly forgotten. For example, I remembered such a nice fucking memory of me, my sister and dad playing Minecraft together on PS3 and having a blast ... thanks for reminding me of such good times.
i listen to aria math AT LEAST once per day, usually being when i sleep or wake up. it brings me a sense of peace, reminds me of either the day to come or the journey that has been had that day. i usually think of a sunrise or sunset as this plays, much alike when this song would play in minecraft. it just brings me an odd sense of “journey” in a way if that makes any sense. whatever you are aria math, you inspire me. i feel a sort of purpose when i hear you.
this is my favorite song out of the OST and I am very glad this exists. I know I'm almost a year late, but it is so calming and beautiful, I couldn't not comment
This sounds like it’s the year 2030 and you just discovered something insane : You found your old Xbox So you boot up your old Xbox and the music starts playing as the memories flood
Its been years.. Im the only one that's left in my bf's minecraft server. One by one, slowly fading, there is no one that will come back. Getting busy, getting more responsibilities, college, jobs, etc. We had much fun my friends, i think its time to close the book...
Just submitted my first college application earlier today. Thinking about what I'm going to do once I move out. I'm actually supposed to be working on another application essay rn, but thinking about leaving my family soon made me feel nostalgic and I ended up here instead haha.. I really miss being a kid, playing videogames with online friends and my little siblings. I miss when Summer vacation felt endless- like it would last forever. I wasn't ever sad or lonely or stressed. I had everything I wanted. I never realized how good it was until it was gone. For nostalgia's sake, I pulled up MC again last week and looked through my old worlds- some of which hadn't been loaded in years. They were empty and dead- full of stuff I remembered making with friends I hadn't talked to in years. Made me feel weird. I also tried to find the old server I used to play on with my friends. It died slowly over the years, going from nearly a 1000 members to just 8. It wasn't up when I tried to get on. All these memories seem like they were from a different life. The kid I was isn't alive anymore- I'm a different person now. Makes me a little sad. Sometimes I wish I could go back and live in those years forever.
"I see the player you mean. Player 1? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the , and created a for , in the . It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely and , I wish to tell them that they are in the . They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. Player 1. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, Player 1. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up." This. This text. Those lines of code, and the lines of code that creates the universe where you read this text. Those lines of code, even if they are not real and "for those stupid gamers" are part of our lives. It's like imagination. It's not real. And yet, it's amazing to get lost in your own worlds... This feelings are brought to you by lines of code. You feel if your wolf dies, if your house gets blown up, and if you can't open your hardcore world anymore. Those lines of code evoke feelings. And feelings, don't matter if for a simulated dog or for a real object, are valuable. If you think you have placed your last block, think again.
My dad was playing Minecraft late at night. I couldn’t fall asleep so he told me to grab a controller. We started building this huge hotel. This music pretty much played the whole time. We finished the hotel in a night. It probably was 2 am when it was finished. We still have that same world, tons and tons of late night creations, roller coasters, houses for each of us, a bank, a court, a horse track (my grandpa loved horse races), and railroad tracks all over the world. We stopped playing the world after my dads big Christmas tree he built got set on fire. I miss those days all we did was build and plan. Love you dad
The first time you crossed a vast desert. The first deep cave exploration, narrowly skirting past pools of bubbling lava. Diving deep into the ocean in search of treasures. How quickly we forgot how exciting those times use to be, adventure becoming mundane.
"But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality."
Coming home from school on Friday. I survived another day of bullying and judgmentality. I am lonely. I am alone. All I have for companionship: cubic wolves and villagers. Maybe I can't control the real world, but I can live the life I want in here. In Minecraft. The first game to ever truly understand. To ever truly give. To ever take the internal torment away.
You’re boat breaks, but you still have to cross the ocean, you decide to swim. You jump into the water and move forward, luckily only squid spawn in the ocean. Mostly gravel covered the ocean floor, but sometimes you’d see sand. Nothing appears for miles, until you spot a small island, you can’t move any faster cause you’re already going as fast as you could. You get to the island, there’s nothing but dirt, sand, and a few trees and you think “Man this was a waist, but sure was it fun.” I miss just having squid spawn in lakes, rivers, and the ocean.
I remember when I first heard of Minecraft. My uncle showed it to me on his xbox 360. I built a really crappy cobblestone "mansion". This was back in about 1.1? 1.2? Alpha? I don't know, but this game was my life. I had a blast on this 1 world, where i built a really terrible city and punched a dog while trying to tame it. I didn't put any torches so mobs would spawn and i didn't know why. This song brings me back
Your Name... It reminds me of.. Me and my friend talking on "Skype" Creating our first world.. Not knowing how to craft... All of these... Are just memories... *You* bringed back to *us*
This reminds me a lot of Minecraft: Story Mode. This song would pop up a lot. I still don’t understand why people hate Minecraft: Story Mode. It was my second favorite Minecraft game (my first is obviously Minecraft itself). I just feel really sad when I think about how it came off the market because recently, my Xbox 360 that I had the game on fried up, so I had to throw it away. I got a new console, and I was going to download Minecraft: Story Mode on it, but I couldn’t. I just miss the old days when Minecraft: Story Mode first came out and it was hyped up big time. I will still never forget the fun times and adventures I had with that game and I will always miss that amazing pig; Rueben.
I remember when I was building a house with 2 floors on a Mesa mountain in creative and Aria Math with Blind Spots started to play... I nearly cried even if I didn't had any memories about the songs, but now I have some... God, I'm happy that I recreated the world at 5 am after the original was deleted 1 or 2 years ago
This song always reminds of the time me and my brother built a giant treehouse. It was huge. We worked so hard on it. We built many different rooms for each of us, and we had pets running all over the house. Those were the glory days...
Ive always understood everything, i was really smart and absorbed everything i looked at. I am 12 now and i still remember all the memories i had playing through the golden ages of minecraft. Ive been using computers and playing games before i was even in school and it never hit me that other people werent raised up around people who grew up in the golden age of computers in the 80s with rooms full of computers and old floppy disks. I remember the days back when i was playing 1.8 in my room, making a house made of quartz blocks next to a lava fall. I loved those days and as i grew from when i was 4 to 6, 6 to 8, 8 to 10,10 to 12. I always had computers,games,friends. I might not have grown up around gaming consoles and swearing squeakers on xbox live but i sure as hell enjoyed what i had. Its what drives me to still go through everything i do now. I might not have the greatest of grades but i am most definitely smart. I might not talk to every living being on the planet but i still have friends i would cry over. I might not have the best relationship with my sister but i still love her. As i lay in my bed at 1 AM in our house in Los Angeles i think to myself, what are all the actions that caused to be here right now? What stopped me from being the richest man in the world in a hollywood mansion to being a rotting mind of a homeless person on the streets of miami. Whatever it is im glad it caused this, because if it hadnt i wouldnt be who i am. I would be completely different and i wou uld never have learned about computers in such a way that i would understand what you were saying even if you could only communicate to me in mere 1s and 0s. The world of computers is a large and scary place but being grown up around it ive only come to know it even better as i grow. And so minecraft was always the same to me. a simple game that i loved that was filled with my memories from before my grades mattered,from before you had to wear a mask to go outside. Before i was writing this comment. But i also wouldnt want to go back. Because if i did i would be abondoning what i have now. and although things are bad, i cant lose all the progress ive made. I understand life to be like a video game in that way. Where i cant go back to a savepoint just because i liked theeasy gameplay, since i havent even finished the game yet. There was nothing wrong with it, i got all the necessary items, i have the achievements, so whats the point of going back? I will revisit it sometime after im done with the game. Minecraft in the end was a game that touched my heart and lead me to where i am today. And kudos to you for enlightening me. :)
i had an old minecraft world once, i made it in 2013 i only played in creative mode so i knew this song too well one day my laptop got a virus and i had to get a new one i never saw that world again
I close my eyes and listen to this music and it really is nostalgic. I remember the times where I was that 7 year old kid playing Minecraft 1.6 creative mode...listening to stampy cat+Iballisticsquid in the backround and building in a world I so childishly named after myself, refusing to ever play in survival. Then, once and a while this song would come on, and I would always have to turn down the music volume in Minecraft due to my thinking this song was so loud. It played while I was trying out the new fishing mechanics of 1.8, another when I built my first house out of iron, making a giant bathtub, the horse pasture with a million egg-spawned horses. I always hopped into Minecraft and just built to my hearts content. I play this song and have the urge to go back to my old worlds and yet I cannot as those files are lost to time. Only one remains, and I leave it untouched as it is now just a memory; a snapshot of my past.
I still remember when I discovered this game. It was my brothers 10th birthday and we were in our old house. My grandma knew my brother liked video games, so she bought him Minecraft. I asked over and over if I could play, but he always said no, saying that it was for 10 year olds and I was 5. He didn’t even play it though, not once. One day, he was at his friend Hudson’s house so I decided to try it out. I remember that I had a lot of trouble moving around. And I forgot the rest. My brother is 16 now and never plays Minecraft anymore. This is the music that would always play when I was flying around a creative super flat, trying to find where I was building or a place to start building. I remember when my brother would build square houses made of diamond blocks and bedrock, I always thought he was so cool when he built those houses. I remember stacking single block tnt towers, lighting one, then watching them fly everywhere while saying “woah...”. I remember that I always wanted to make a creative world, while my brother wanted survival. Then later on him wanting to build a creative world then me wanting survival. I remember at night, jumping while sprinting, trying to get back to my house while hoping I didn’t die from mobs. I died from a lot of skeletons. I miss those times so much. I will end this with a quote from Winne the Pooh, that I think describes how I feel looking back. “We didn’t realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun.”
I used to play Minecraft with my older brother all the time. We started a creative city YEARS ago and called it Utopia. At this time I didn’t know him very well because he was my step brother and we were young. only occasionally did he come over, but this time however he stayed for the summer and we had all this time to finally bond like brothers should. We would spend hours on this game building and looking up tutorials for our city. But the end of the summer we had a whole empire built, even if it wasn’t the nicest looking thing I still charished it and to this day I still think about this world. If he never stayed that summer I don’t think I’d have the relationship i have with him now with him. That’s one of the best memories I have of my brother and I’m so glad we bonded so much over such a simple game through the course of 3 months
Back when I played minecraft with my sister, ah yes, good times. I built so much stuff. I once built a working TV out of redstone, talented and one with the redstone I was. It wasn't an actual TV, the only shows it played was a witch killing a villager, or a pig walking around with a skeleton. I remember tricking my sister to believing Herobrine is real with my wicked redstone intelligence and fast clicking of the invisible mode button. That was fun.
as we grow up and our childhoods end up in the rearview mirror, never forget minecraft, you paid $26 for, or got it as a gift, and have been and will continue to make memories that will last a lifetime
We were playing on our ps3 minecraft world. Me, and some of my friends (closest friends). I think that was like 2013, or even earlier. We had very large city, that we build on creative mode. The buildings weren't the highest or the most beautiful, but we liked it, beacuse we made it by our own. City was getting larger, with everyday passed. We waited for everybody to be online. That one notification was making us very happy. That one, witch says that someone is online. We helped each other with almost everything, by giving some tips, helping filling the floor with blocks, etc. One day, one of our friend (he was my personal best friend) announced, that he will get ps4. Everyone was happy... except me. I mean, I was happy, beacuse he will get better console, but that means he will leave us. And unfortunally, he left. We had each other on skype, but that wasn't the same. We couldn't play minecraft together. My pc couldn't play minecraft. Half year after he left, we lost contact with almost everybody. But the saddest thing was that i even lost contact with my best friend, and the save file with our city was corrupted and deleted. I felt empty inside. Sometimes, when i looked at his profile, at our old messages, old photos of our tv's taken by phone (you can call it screenshots) and the information: "Last seen 3 years ago", I cried, and i couldn't stop. I missed these days, where everything was simple, and friend we're together... One day, i finally found my best friend, but he wasn't the same person. He changed a lot since our last conversation. I'm trying nw to talk with him, about our old minecraft city, about our old friends, about everything, that we build together, about our adventures... He just doesn't feel the same energy as me. What about others? With most of them i lost contact. Fev of them changed that much, that they don't want to talk about old times, by calling it "cringe". With only one I'm playing sometimes. If he will ever read this, I want to tell you that I'm thankful, that you stayed with me. I'll try to never lose you again. And to my best friend, that I spend more than 300 hour on minecraft, I want to tell you that... You will still be my best friend, no matter what
I haven’t played that much minecraft when i was young, but its music is so iconic for the time, especially on youtube. This music is just pure nostalgia.
I like everything about this one. The sort of unnerving picture with it and the music makes me feel a little on edge like I’m running away from home and know I could never go back
I remember playing in creative mode for hours making huge cities and bases just for me to use in survival but never actually going into survival to play on them. I still do it when I'm in the mood to just build.
I still find it fun, but just not the same kind of clueless fun. I grew up with this game and have been playing it for over forever now. But it’s not the same feeling anymore. I actually got good at the game and got into modding and stuff like that and it’s not bad, but just different
This theme, easily reminds me of one of the biggest regrets I've done in my life. Losing a creative world that I spent at hundreds of days on as a kid. Then one day, I accidentally deleted it. I already was thinking I put in more effort than I should've on the world, but after that happened? I never came back to MC until somewhat recently.
Between the age of 5 to 11, I've been obsessed with minecraft (specifically xbox360 edition) This song is very nostalgic and since my mom passed away when i was 9, It feels extra like.. odd.
I remember wayyy back in the day when i used to hang out with my friends, they used to come over and play on my ps3, we had a jungle treehouse and had spent months building it, finally killed the dragon and were just enjoying the game. Man i miss those times
I really wish this song wasn't exclusive to creative mode and actually played in jungle biomes, where it fits perfectly
For some reason I always remember this song in jungles. If I ever bring up this song I always start talking about finding jungle temples and shit
I honestly saw it as a desert, or at least sandy thing, but i can kinda see it in a watery 'land'-scape 😆, and i feel it plasminium
I didn't know that it was only in creative mode
@@chaster_mief i think playstation used to play it on survival
@@beamingdragon917 weird
Holiday depression activate
*_activation noises_*
*depression notices*
*laughter
*realization that im in the same boat as you
Holiday depression activate
its like this
Im pretty late at the party It seems.... Still i Will add that this Is exactly how i feel every year every Summer especially, and this Song summarizes everything
I like how there's a floating island glitch. It feels natural.
Ultra Instinct AirPods yeah it does feel like that
Random Appearance it shows the imperfections that Minecraft has. But it reminds us of when we didn't care about the imperfections or the world limits. We only cared about having adventures with our friends. Because that's what Minecraft is about.
True
Oh, it's not supposed to be Ike that? I always thought floating islands were part of this game lol
L7ckyDuck nah at least I don't think so. It wouldn't make much sense
Back when Steve says „oou” when he’s hurt.
Good old times
God in glad that was removed. It's such an awkward sound
If you remember the old tnt sound, you’re a real one.
oou > oof
instead of the weird and strange "clichk" sound now
"Same things make us laugh, make us cry."
- Big Smoke
GTA SA... Another legendary game
Me getting shot and nearly killed back in a day.
" *Yeah.. I'm Laughing* "
@@MilkIsTheOne p
o7
This Hits Harder the older you get
Back when jungles WEREN'T rare and jungle temples were a thing
@@qwerty-cf8qr your name is just perfect for this reply lol
jungles are rare if you put the biome scale on large. otherwise just reuse seeds from previous worlds with jungles in them
@rat rat jungles by themselves are incredibly rare so a jungle temple becomes so rare that there's basically no point to still have it in the game.
back when jungles didn't exist
back when jungles only had were good for 1 coco beans to make the most useless food in the game.
WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS PLAY WHEN I START CHEATING
Because it's a creative mode-only music
Zied Chaabani this used to be on multiplayer I remember
Zied Chaabani oh ok I see that you mean I tought you ment single player nvm
*THE VOID BEAST IS COMING*
When even Creative Mode knows my favourite Minecraft song
It's sad knowing that one day it will be the last time you'll ever load up a Minecraft world :(
No
@@dustinwulf8074 uh, is this milicious, or are you just disagreeing? I'm really confused here.
Yeah...
there is no last time
i will be playing it in heaven f o r e v e r when I die
...but today is not that day.
I feel like Minecraft is planet earth when it’s dreaming. A perfect, flawless world.
ah, yes. *_a world with zombies, flying marshmallows, and green things that explode_*
@@_loafofbread flying marshmallows?
you know, the floating crying marshmallows that stay in hell and vomit fireballs at you
@@_loafofbread i thought it was bees lol
All perfect until you put lava everywhere
I feel like on a sunday morning, sitting on the cold floor in front of the 360 while making a tnt trap in my sister's house
Dad?
That's not cool!
Heh
when I played Minecraft on xbox 360, I'd wake up early to play and stay on the icy floor instead of sitting on the couch... who ever?
I regret selling my Xbox 360, all those memories wiped from existence.
The redstone fields. One place I was sure I lost to time. And yet, one I still remembered in my search for me and my friend's legacy. It truly was spectacular. The TNT cannons, the glitched dispenser guns, the music boxes. Everything was still there.
As I near the end, I spot a lone sign. And then my heart stops for a moment. The answer I've been looking for. A discord my friend Red left behind.
Would she even remember who I am? Would Angel and Neon be there too? As I type in the numbers and letters, I can feel the anticipation rise, until it is finished. I take a moment, and send the friend request, and now I wait. It seems I'll finally have that final walk through the garden after all.
Mr. Freezy and Catz The ending got me
You need to be an author.
Is it true or not besides that you're a really talented gamer.
So what happened
So far, there has been no response from her. However, I won't give up hope. I'll keep you all updated on this.
I got griefed on multiplayer and it auto-saved, I spent 3 years working on that world.
One day I got a friend who found the guy, I asked my friend for revenge, and made a plan. I pretended I was my friend's cousin and went into the griefer's world, he didn't remember me, but I did. I took all his chest stuff and threw it into the lava, then I blew up his buildings. I was feeling really angry, so I hung all his pets above a pit of lava while they were mining.
Needless to say, he screeched.
The perfect revenge
The cycle continues.
Satisfying
Gabriel Williams Fully deserved fam
Jesus christ you hung his pets over a pit if lava your an evil man haha but he did deserve it
“Alright my wolfs, see you during tomorrows adventure!”
I remember this day forever, its no memory, its the legend of my wolves. My ipad mini ceased working this day. I wonder if they miss me, sitting in my houses main room. Whining in lament, wondering if their owner will ever return.
Im sorry, will you ever forgive me?
bruh
no
Bruh I'm starving, and a zombie just spawned, I can't move!
WHY?!
Oh wow. That hits hard. Same thing happened to my pets on ps3. I will remember you forever [unnamed wolf with a blue collar]
I think one of the saddest things that ever happened to me is when I got a new iPad and a few of my worlds didn’t transfer...I’m sorry my 3 dogs and cats that are waiting in my cabin by the lake...I’ll never see you again :(
you've mined quite deep underground. you found ravines and found the ore youve been looking for. it seems that the ore leads you to another ore, oh hey that one too, and that one also! and is that a mine shaft?
you lost track of your primary goal.
your inventory is full and cant afford to lose the items by potential lava and poisonous cave spiders. so you trail your way back home, following the torches youve left behind.
@@tobari i kinda get the dangerous exploring vibe for it so why not, like thats gonna limit anything
@@bakk3731 yeah
and then you get lost
no, you aren't lost!
there are torches right there!
have i been here before?
huh. i better leave something, but i have 12 diamonds, i can't lose them!
And then you get lost in a loop
You can just make a chest and store it there and explore further
I have had a lot of memories of this spectacular game, but one strikes me from my past with this song. I remember when I was young I wanted to have a world I could build on day by day, but I had no idea where to start. So I asked the wisest person I know, my father. I popped the question “What should I build Dad? It can be anything in a city.” He replied “A football field.”
I wasn’t much of a builder back then, and I was only a child, but you can bet that football field was built. But this was only merely the beginning to one of my dreams that actually got caught by reality. Sure enough, day by day, for three years I added, managed, and loved this world. I had let a plethora of characters enter this world, and I let the ones I trusted build a house on a plot of their chose, then one day, one final day in the third year of my worlds life. I had started to work on a whole new sector of my city, which now stretched across four large chunks. There sprouted large, tall, and what I thought sturdy buildings. I could see the world of lights from the new desert sector, at this point I had gotten pretty good at building, and to see this living image of mine, and my friends progression through this game was magical. I felt so happy building my eleven house in the new sector, occasionally looking over, then a familiar group of characters joined my xbox world, which was open to all. So I kept building, and building, then I heard a noise that struck me through my skin and bones straight to my heart. Explosions, burning, water, and everything that spelt G R I E F in between.
I ran from the new sector through the highway, past the prison, past the jail, past the courthouse, and past my good friends house, but as I turned the corner the calamity was already set in place. Two of them left the game, but the other three decides to stay and fight, I fought them, and with my far greater experience with this game, I won. They left one by one after death. But the war was just beginning. I ran into the city putting out as much as I could, stopping clocks from setting off blobs of TNT, I had also seen someone had a hidden chest in one of their plots under the carpet. It was filled to the brim with everything that causes destruction, I left in anger, and finally I realized everything was burning down, I climbed the tallest building (The Great Office.) and looked down at the dismay and carnage. It was all gone and auto saved. But just as I was filled with hurt, something caught my eye. It was where it all started, the football stadium. It had been untouched thankfully. Also thanks to my past self I went down to the field and went into the middle, and just pondered with my thoughts until I collected them. It was one of the saddest days I have ever experienced in Minecraft, but also just in any game, and just I was about to log off, Aria Math, by C418 started to play. Something in the song compelled me to stop myself and cherish what truly mattered. The stadium, the stadium my wisest man suggested I built. This game is truly benevolent, and I still play it today, only difference now is on PC. I hope to post videos on my channel soon. Hope any readers enjoyed this story, thank you if you made it to the end. :)
I really enjoyed this, sorry to have that happen to you, but it’s still such a powerful memory you’ll live with which is good :)
Beautiful; also sad.
That's really sad
@@beanmariocow8601 I'm glad that you enjoyed the story, and I you're right I do have a powerful memory of my past. I haven't really thought of it like that before, thank you. :)
@@ImJustJAG Thank you!
This one this one hits hard
I remember my ps3 world i had a subway a hotel and 3 mansions built and a few other things i left a friend on the world while i went to get dinner and when i came back the world was flooded, blown up and lava everywhere the game autosaved so everything is gone when i saw that my world had been griefed this song played and i was very angry. And sad as all was lost those were my final days of ps3 minecraft
@@thecloudyskies yes
I miss my ps3. I'm sry for your loss. Betrayal is horrible. Losing a world that u spent so much time on...thats the worst and only minecrafters will understand the pain. This song is very sad too. I remember this song always played during night-time while I was building a wood house....the good old days when Minecraft was simple. We're all here together 😔✊
@@deccypoo his betrayal wont be forgotten
Arthur Morgan *I bet it was Micah*
Only true gamers understand his pain
I remember building a world with my brother. We were on creative and we built houses and statues. We lived in a desert biome and we had everything. That was 2 years ago. My brother asks me to play sometimes. Sometimes I say yes other times I say no. This song makes me wanna play with him again. I miss that old world, but at least I still have the memories
play with him
@@Yikeowsky its always good to play with his brother.
I see it now
He recreated the soundtrack because the Amazing Decade is ending
Darn I'm gonna miss it 😢
It’s not over yet
Equinoxe MC It will be in 11 days
👾
Then let's make the next one even better. Let's make it the best damn decade of our lives
Samuel Okampo Yes indeed
This reminds me of looking for something frantically and slowly coming to terms to the fact that it is forever lost.
Think of this as a final goodbye to the decade. Long live the 2010’s
The first 4 years of the decade was godly. Even the end of the decade is better than 2020.
...yikes...
Indeed, legendary years they were.
I even miss 2019.
Even i do
God I remember this song coming on in my best friends world on his 360. Id go to his house after school every day. We had 2 dogs. Max and gracie. We had this huge wooden house that we thought was really cool at the time, even tho it was just a giant box. I even had a pet pig I'd ride around on and he thought it was hilarious. Wed raid dungeons together and die and lose all our stuff. Ahh good times. I havent talked to him in probably 5 years. We should really hang out again some time...
@@wowowypher my mom said shes seen him working at the publix down the road from my house. Ima try and see him there so I can get his number or something.
A-Z Music good luck bro nostalgia is the best feeling, and I’m saying this only being 14 years old
keep us updated!
@@muze2379 did it work?
Hope it’s going well!
The adventure keeps going as long as you want it to.
It ended with many unfinished buildings, people, and unfinished memories
Yup
this is the only comment that actually hit me in the feels a little
You first spawn in near a village by a green pasture. You decide to build your house there and live among the villagers, swearing to protect them. You begin to build torches to keep monsters away from the village, and then it is time to start building protective barriers.
Your wall is under construction, your torches are being placed, but it is too late. Zombies and skeletons have overrun the village you are staying in, slaughtering the villagers one by one, converting them into zombie villagers.
Your iron golem is killed, and you start to sob,
“I have failed them.”
You are alone in your village in the wake of it’s destruction. After mourning the losses and constructing gravesites for the fallen. You take a glance towards the pasture, cows and pigs roaming with a magnificent sunrise covering the land. You feel something, you feel hope. Hope that you can carry on the legacy of your villagers.
tobari way to ruin the moment bro I bet you’re a griefer who blows up my city world
@@tobari wow, that other guy just flipping made you feel bad. But, he does have a point though, I mean, you did use "lol," which is pretty cringe, ngl.
@@tobari yeah
gay
I'm not crying
*I swear*
There is just something in my eyes
Is it... TEARS
We're all crying, except for me.
@@TheTerribleUsername We can cry in the inside too, you know
@@reyernestambayec1686 neither there.
Damn onions
This one in particular broke me. This song holds so many memories and emotions that hearing it like this really puts me in a different place. Thanks for your work, and for allowing me a chance to relive some of my happier moments.
The only reason why I believe I’m still a good person is because I protect the villagers and I actually get sad when one of my cats dies. RIP Donut. Gone but never forgotten
These songs are a treasure, bringing us back to when times were simple.
Everything has an end, but don’t be sad about that.
Everyone places their last block one day
Just found old world with left behind BOOKS: I ALMOST CRIED, SEEING MY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS OF 7 YEARS AGO
What did they say?
olivermatu the entire communist manifesto
I lost my 7 years ago world's
This has to be my favorite song in the soundtrack it has such an eerie feeling but yet adventurous.
c418 really outdid himself with this track. first time i heard it i had to stop playing it was so beautiful
Ohhh no the memories.. I remember when this was first put into the game..the jungles,Ocelots, glass houses..
i don't why but before the beat drop, this song feels like something that would play in the background as the main character of a show pieces together clues after clues and slowly but surely comes up with a genius plan. kind of like how in minecraft you add one small block after another to slowly build an entire empire
Isn't it weird how we all are united by a fragment of our memory when we really don't even know each other. It feels like a strange connection between all our childhood memories and somehow we all are linked together but exist as strangers. Minecraft isn't just a game; Thanks you Notch!
Make a resource pack once you make them all
Unit 87XB great idea
It is on 69 so I won't like
they need to make it on not only java but pe too
im confused
I just want to say that seeing y'all reunite was one of the greatest things I've ever witnessed in my life, you peeps are truly amazing
I wrote another comment, but I remember also this song would ALWAYS play when the old tutorial world was there. Remember? It was set up for you and you just had to follow directions. It was so fun. The only song I remember playing was this song. It would make everything erie and strange but that didn’t stop me on my adventure to greater things.
This is exactly what I’ve been looking for as one of those nostalgic Minecraft sound track videos. Although this song in the sound track isn’t as old as the alpha sound track, it still has so many memories of when I played creative with friends, on servers that are now gone, with people that I’ll never see again.
This theme goes through different stages, it seems very chill at first and slow, then reminds me of Africa and jungles, then I hear some kind of old Japanese. I think this song is a masterpiece by C418. I’m sure there’ve been people who miss this song but can’t remember the name, having good memories of plain old Minecraft. And even though creative is still fun, the memories I’ve created in it years ago will never be the same as memories I create today. Thanks for uploading this, I obviously felt nostalgia.
reminds me of my very first minecraft world. i started in creative on a flatish big island. i made a huge glass house that took hours, a series of rubbish houses, shops, and horse stables with a farm. i spawned in animals for the farm and villagers for the houses. my friend had taught me how to play minecraft at her house. i was 7. she taught me about building better buildings and we both went to the never and fought enderdragons. back home i got comfortable enough to go on survival mode. i rode horses around, found diamonds, explored the world that was an incredible seed. then one day my xbox 360 broke and i lost my wold that i had spent years creating.
never been the same since smh.
This reminds me of an old beauty, still thriving, an ancient one, which forged our childhoods.
Thanks, Notch.
Thanks, C418.
Agamerdoesthings These are beautiful words.
I remember booting up Minecraft console creative in 2014 and hearing this sound. To me this song represents a simpler time, when i was in primary school. I never knew i was in the good old days before i left them.
One night, she sat with Steve on the grass of a small hill nestled in the gardens.
"Do you see that planet up there?" Steve asked, pointing up into the star-filled sky.
_Jupiter_ , she thought wistfully. She had seen it nearly every night when no other planets or stars were visible. She could almost always see Jupiter shining through.
"When I was up in the city," he said, "I couldn't see most of the stars because of the lights of the city. And I always imagined it was you."
For a long time, she did not move or speak. She just let the moment flow around them and through them, his words, his tone of voice, his presence sitting beside her. She had never felt so deeply calm in all her life. And she wondered what could ever disturb that calm.
"It seems like we have to keep fighting these battles to stay together," she said.
"And we'll keep fighting them," he said. A few more seconds passed, and then he added, "You _know_ why I came back to the farm by the lake that night, right?"
Alex's heart began to pound in her chest. "I think I do," she said, feeling as if her lips were suddenly going dry.
"I came back because I wanted to be with you, Alex," he said, "I didn't care about anything else." She smiled, letting the words sink into her soul. She put her arm around him and rested her head gently against his chest.
"I love you, Steve," she whispered.
"I love you too, Alex," he whispered in return.
*cleaning while looking at your profile picture* HMMMM
@@leachy8149 ive been told this about 6 different times at this point im just gonna change it lol
@@JCAspit its me your friend
I see.. this is the place you hiding
@@leachy8149 ?
15 year old boys diagnosed with minecraft depression.
Remembering old days.
Playing with somebody you never met again.
15 year old boys still get ignored.
life.
~~~I'M 14 AND THIS IS DEEP~~~
That moment when this song is called "Aria Math" and your name is Aria and your favorite subject is math :))
@Aria uwu Noice
i remember making that specific stupid house on a flat world in creative, spending hours on it, i didn’t even finish it all the way, it was a big birch plank box with a bunch of colored windows, and the inside was crap too, but i think if i went back to that world today, i would see it’s beauty, the hours spent, the nights wide awake, the same music that i got annoyed by, the snowy ground, the burned library. i don’t need an explanation, i know exactly what i mean and that’s all that counts
Even though this song never played while being in survival mode or was even included until 1.7, this song had its way of making me feel compelled to build and remember the things I have built in the past.
Just by listening to all the creative mode songs, it can inspire a lot of creativity.
This brings me back to the times when I was too lazy to commit to a survival world, so I just went creative, but never knew what to do. So I just flew across the world, with loneliness crushing me all the while.
update on resource pack:
all previous songs + this one is added, tweaked a few textures
when you are done doing the default music, will you be doing disks?
yes
@@AquaSkye ok this is epic
I'm lactating
When are you going to release the resource pack, and where can I get it?
Edit: fixed a typo
@@lunarbutterfly3394 ill send the link in the next video comment section if i get it done by then, and for when, basically when i think its playable so a few days
Who remembers this softly playing while you explored other peoples builds
For every man placing his last block, there a young boy placing his first.
😔
Damn that’s deep
I am very thankfull to the person who runs this channel and makes these types of videos. not only are the absolutely great, they also wake up memories that I had completly forgotten. For example, I remembered such a nice fucking memory of me, my sister and dad playing Minecraft together on PS3 and having a blast ... thanks for reminding me of such good times.
i listen to aria math AT LEAST once per day, usually being when i sleep or wake up. it brings me a sense of peace, reminds me of either the day to come or the journey that has been had that day. i usually think of a sunrise or sunset as this plays, much alike when this song would play in minecraft. it just brings me an odd sense of “journey” in a way if that makes any sense. whatever you are aria math, you inspire me. i feel a sort of purpose when i hear you.
You seem weary and tired, traveller. Rest here for a while, Nostalgia has a lot of places in mind for you two to visit.
this is my favorite song out of the OST and I am very glad this exists. I know I'm almost a year late, but it is so calming and beautiful, I couldn't not comment
This sounds like it’s the year 2030 and you just discovered something insane : You found your old Xbox
So you boot up your old Xbox and the music starts playing as the memories flood
Its been years..
Im the only one that's left in my bf's minecraft server. One by one, slowly fading, there is no one that will come back.
Getting busy, getting more responsibilities, college, jobs, etc.
We had much fun my friends, i think its time to close the book...
Мне жаль тебя..
Btw what i mean by bf is not boyfriend. What i mean is best friend
Just submitted my first college application earlier today. Thinking about what I'm going to do once I move out. I'm actually supposed to be working on another application essay rn, but thinking about leaving my family soon made me feel nostalgic and I ended up here instead haha.. I really miss being a kid, playing videogames with online friends and my little siblings. I miss when Summer vacation felt endless- like it would last forever. I wasn't ever sad or lonely or stressed. I had everything I wanted. I never realized how good it was until it was gone.
For nostalgia's sake, I pulled up MC again last week and looked through my old worlds- some of which hadn't been loaded in years. They were empty and dead- full of stuff I remembered making with friends I hadn't talked to in years. Made me feel weird.
I also tried to find the old server I used to play on with my friends. It died slowly over the years, going from nearly a 1000 members to just 8. It wasn't up when I tried to get on.
All these memories seem like they were from a different life. The kid I was isn't alive anymore- I'm a different person now. Makes me a little sad. Sometimes I wish I could go back and live in those years forever.
"I see the player you mean.
Player 1?
Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.
That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.
I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.
It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.
That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.
They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.
What did this player dream?
This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?
It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the , and created a for , in the .
It cannot read that thought.
No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
It reads our thoughts.
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely and , I wish to tell them that they are in the . They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
And yet they play the game.
But it would be so easy to tell them...
Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
I will not tell the player how to live.
The player is growing restless.
I will tell the player a story.
But not the truth.
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
Give it a body, again.
Yes. Player...
Use its name.
Player 1. Player of games.
Good.
Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a player.
The player was you, Player 1.
Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.
Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.
Let's go back.
The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.
And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
Let's go further back.
The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...
Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".
Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.
You are the player, reading words...
Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
You. You. You are alive.
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again
and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
and the universe said everything you need is within you
and the universe said you are stronger than you know
and the universe said you are the daylight
and the universe said you are the night
and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you
and the universe said the light you seek is within you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing
and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
You are the player.
Wake up."
This. This text. Those lines of code, and the lines of code that creates the universe where you read this text. Those lines of code, even if they are not real and "for those stupid gamers" are part of our lives. It's like imagination. It's not real. And yet, it's amazing to get lost in your own worlds... This feelings are brought to you by lines of code. You feel if your wolf dies, if your house gets blown up, and if you can't open your hardcore world anymore. Those lines of code evoke feelings. And feelings, don't matter if for a simulated dog or for a real object, are valuable. If you think you have placed your last block, think again.
the meaning behind this text goes hard
My dad was playing Minecraft late at night. I couldn’t fall asleep so he told me to grab a controller. We started building this huge hotel. This music pretty much played the whole time. We finished the hotel in a night. It probably was 2 am when it was finished. We still have that same world, tons and tons of late night creations, roller coasters, houses for each of us, a bank, a court, a horse track (my grandpa loved horse races), and railroad tracks all over the world. We stopped playing the world after my dads big Christmas tree he built got set on fire. I miss those days all we did was build and plan. Love you dad
“Like it says in the book, we are blessed and cursed”
-Big Smoke
The first time you crossed a vast desert. The first deep cave exploration, narrowly skirting past pools of bubbling lava. Diving deep into the ocean in search of treasures. How quickly we forgot how exciting those times use to be, adventure becoming mundane.
"But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality."
Coming home from school on Friday. I survived another day of bullying and judgmentality. I am lonely. I am alone. All I have for companionship: cubic wolves and villagers. Maybe I can't control the real world, but I can live the life I want in here. In Minecraft. The first game to ever truly understand. To ever truly give. To ever take the internal torment away.
I really enjoy this kind of stuff! It surely brings back old memories
You’re boat breaks, but you still have to cross the ocean, you decide to swim. You jump into the water and move forward, luckily only squid spawn in the ocean.
Mostly gravel covered the ocean floor, but sometimes you’d see sand.
Nothing appears for miles, until you spot a small island, you can’t move any faster cause you’re already going as fast as you could.
You get to the island, there’s nothing but dirt, sand, and a few trees and you think “Man this was a waist, but sure was it fun.”
I miss just having squid spawn in lakes, rivers, and the ocean.
Well, you are good at these videos. Im playing your videos while writing my assignments. Thanks for your help.
I remember when I first heard of Minecraft. My uncle showed it to me on his xbox 360. I built a really crappy cobblestone "mansion". This was back in about 1.1? 1.2? Alpha? I don't know, but this game was my life. I had a blast on this 1 world, where i built a really terrible city and punched a dog while trying to tame it. I didn't put any torches so mobs would spawn and i didn't know why. This song brings me back
C418 floating trees but make it sader ksjdhdhs
This is gold. Reminds me of my school holidays and how fast time flies...
Your Name...
It reminds me of..
Me and my friend talking on "Skype"
Creating our first world..
Not knowing how to craft...
All of these...
Are just memories...
*You* bringed back
to *us*
This reminds me a lot of Minecraft: Story Mode. This song would pop up a lot. I still don’t understand why people hate Minecraft: Story Mode. It was my second favorite Minecraft game (my first is obviously Minecraft itself). I just feel really sad when I think about how it came off the market because recently, my Xbox 360 that I had the game on fried up, so I had to throw it away. I got a new console, and I was going to download Minecraft: Story Mode on it, but I couldn’t. I just miss the old days when Minecraft: Story Mode first came out and it was hyped up big time. I will still never forget the fun times and adventures I had with that game and I will always miss that amazing pig; Rueben.
I remember when I was building a house with 2 floors on a Mesa mountain in creative and Aria Math with Blind Spots started to play... I nearly cried even if I didn't had any memories about the songs, but now I have some... God, I'm happy that I recreated the world at 5 am after the original was deleted 1 or 2 years ago
Oh my god, hearing this music while playing creative on a Xbox 360, and building a castle with your other friend- it just hits different
Damn Cubes Making Me Emotional and Nostalgic 😭
Imagining it like the loss of memory in my device is eating up my old minecraft worlds one by one, until there are none left.
This song always reminds of the time me and my brother built a giant treehouse. It was huge. We worked so hard on it. We built many different rooms for each of us, and we had pets running all over the house. Those were the glory days...
I’m only 12 and sometimes I feel sad that I couldn’t experience the golden age of Minecraft when I was old enough to understand.
Ive always understood everything, i was really smart and absorbed everything i looked at. I am 12 now and i still remember all the memories i had playing through the golden ages of minecraft. Ive been using computers and playing games before i was even in school and it never hit me that other people werent raised up around people who grew up in the golden age of computers in the 80s with rooms full of computers and old floppy disks. I remember the days back when i was playing 1.8 in my room, making a house made of quartz blocks next to a lava fall. I loved those days and as i grew from when i was 4 to 6, 6 to 8, 8 to 10,10 to 12. I always had computers,games,friends. I might not have grown up around gaming consoles and swearing squeakers on xbox live but i sure as hell enjoyed what i had. Its what drives me to still go through everything i do now. I might not have the greatest of grades but i am most definitely smart. I might not talk to every living being on the planet but i still have friends i would cry over. I might not have the best relationship with my sister but i still love her. As i lay in my bed at 1 AM in our house in Los Angeles i think to myself, what are all the actions that caused to be here right now? What stopped me from being the richest man in the world in a hollywood mansion to being a rotting mind of a homeless person on the streets of miami. Whatever it is im glad it caused this, because if it hadnt i wouldnt be who i am. I would be completely different and i wou uld never have learned about computers in such a way that i would understand what you were saying even if you could only communicate to me in mere 1s and 0s. The world of computers is a large and scary place but being grown up around it ive only come to know it even better as i grow. And so minecraft was always the same to me. a simple game that i loved that was filled with my memories from before my grades mattered,from before you had to wear a mask to go outside. Before i was writing this comment. But i also wouldnt want to go back. Because if i did i would be abondoning what i have now. and although things are bad, i cant lose all the progress ive made. I understand life to be like a video game in that way. Where i cant go back to a savepoint just because i liked theeasy gameplay, since i havent even finished the game yet. There was nothing wrong with it, i got all the necessary items, i have the achievements, so whats the point of going back? I will revisit it sometime after im done with the game. Minecraft in the end was a game that touched my heart and lead me to where i am today. And kudos to you for enlightening me. :)
i miss...to old days when i playing minecraft and very happy:(
Me too man, we've all been there
“Life is full of memories, so choose wisely.”
Oof. I wanna make a texture pack that changes the original with these.
That would be amazing and I need it in my life now
I gotchu
Mr(Ms). Aqua, do we have permission to download these songs for use on a texture pack? (I will not be profiting off the pack, it’ll be totally free)
AquaSkye person thing, you have questions!
Anyone else remember building diamond houses with your friends when your biggest worry was school the nest day?
i had an old minecraft world once, i made it in 2013
i only played in creative mode so i knew this song too well
one day my laptop got a virus and i had to get a new one
i never saw that world again
the same thing happened to me except i made the old world in 2015
Same...
@@grayefarer8151 i loved that world so much
and not even the screenshots of the world survived
the world only exists in my memory now
I always felt like Minecraft could be described by this quote :
"Imagination is just intelligence having fun"
When you switch to creative to give you back your inventory
I close my eyes and listen to this music and it really is nostalgic. I remember the times where I was that 7 year old kid playing Minecraft 1.6 creative mode...listening to stampy cat+Iballisticsquid in the backround and building in a world I so childishly named after myself, refusing to ever play in survival. Then, once and a while this song would come on, and I would always have to turn down the music volume in Minecraft due to my thinking this song was so loud. It played while I was trying out the new fishing mechanics of 1.8, another when I built my first house out of iron, making a giant bathtub, the horse pasture with a million egg-spawned horses. I always hopped into Minecraft and just built to my hearts content. I play this song and have the urge to go back to my old worlds and yet I cannot as those files are lost to time. Only one remains, and I leave it untouched as it is now just a memory; a snapshot of my past.
I miss the old times ..
Thank you. This is amazing.
I still remember when I discovered this game.
It was my brothers 10th birthday and we were in our old house. My grandma knew my brother liked video games, so she bought him Minecraft. I asked over and over if I could play, but he always said no, saying that it was for 10 year olds and I was 5. He didn’t even play it though, not once. One day, he was at his friend Hudson’s house so I decided to try it out. I remember that I had a lot of trouble moving around. And I forgot the rest. My brother is 16 now and never plays Minecraft anymore.
This is the music that would always play when I was flying around a creative super flat, trying to find where I was building or a place to start building. I remember when my brother would build square houses made of diamond blocks and bedrock, I always thought he was so cool when he built those houses. I remember stacking single block tnt towers, lighting one, then watching them fly everywhere while saying “woah...”.
I remember that I always wanted to make a creative world, while my brother wanted survival. Then later on him wanting to build a creative world then me wanting survival.
I remember at night, jumping while sprinting, trying to get back to my house while hoping I didn’t die from mobs. I died from a lot of skeletons.
I miss those times so much.
I will end this with a quote from Winne the Pooh, that I think describes how I feel looking back.
“We didn’t realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun.”
Ahh. When I finished my school of sheep this song played.
I used to play Minecraft with my older brother all the time. We started a creative city YEARS ago and called it Utopia. At this time I didn’t know him very well because he was my step brother and we were young. only occasionally did he come over, but this time however he stayed for the summer and we had all this time to finally bond like brothers should. We would spend hours on this game building and looking up tutorials for our city. But the end of the summer we had a whole empire built, even if it wasn’t the nicest looking thing I still charished it and to this day I still think about this world. If he never stayed that summer I don’t think I’d have the relationship i have with him now with him. That’s one of the best memories I have of my brother and I’m so glad we bonded so much over such a simple game through the course of 3 months
Back when I played minecraft with my sister, ah yes, good times. I built so much stuff. I once built a working TV out of redstone, talented and one with the redstone I was. It wasn't an actual TV, the only shows it played was a witch killing a villager, or a pig walking around with a skeleton. I remember tricking my sister to believing Herobrine is real with my wicked redstone intelligence and fast clicking of the invisible mode button. That was fun.
as we grow up and our childhoods end up in the rearview mirror, never forget minecraft, you paid $26 for, or got it as a gift, and have been and will continue to make memories that will last a lifetime
We were playing on our ps3 minecraft world. Me, and some of my friends (closest friends). I think that was like 2013, or even earlier. We had very large city, that we build on creative mode. The buildings weren't the highest or the most beautiful, but we liked it, beacuse we made it by our own. City was getting larger, with everyday passed. We waited for everybody to be online. That one notification was making us very happy. That one, witch says that someone is online. We helped each other with almost everything, by giving some tips, helping filling the floor with blocks, etc.
One day, one of our friend (he was my personal best friend) announced, that he will get ps4. Everyone was happy... except me. I mean, I was happy, beacuse he will get better console, but that means he will leave us. And unfortunally, he left. We had each other on skype, but that wasn't the same. We couldn't play minecraft together. My pc couldn't play minecraft. Half year after he left, we lost contact with almost everybody. But the saddest thing was that i even lost contact with my best friend, and the save file with our city was corrupted and deleted. I felt empty inside.
Sometimes, when i looked at his profile, at our old messages, old photos of our tv's taken by phone (you can call it screenshots) and the information: "Last seen 3 years ago", I cried, and i couldn't stop. I missed these days, where everything was simple, and friend we're together...
One day, i finally found my best friend, but he wasn't the same person. He changed a lot since our last conversation. I'm trying nw to talk with him, about our old minecraft city, about our old friends, about everything, that we build together, about our adventures... He just doesn't feel the same energy as me. What about others? With most of them i lost contact. Fev of them changed that much, that they don't want to talk about old times, by calling it "cringe".
With only one I'm playing sometimes. If he will ever read this, I want to tell you that I'm thankful, that you stayed with me. I'll try to never lose you again.
And to my best friend, that I spend more than 300 hour on minecraft, I want to tell you that...
You will still be my best friend, no matter what
I haven’t played that much minecraft when i was young, but its music is so iconic for the time, especially on youtube. This music is just pure nostalgia.
I like everything about this one. The sort of unnerving picture with it and the music makes me feel a little on edge like I’m running away from home and know I could never go back
I remember playing in creative mode for hours making huge cities and bases just for me to use in survival but never actually going into survival to play on them. I still do it when I'm in the mood to just build.
Isn’t the same feel when you play in 2020:(
Fr ):
I still find it fun, but just not the same kind of clueless fun. I grew up with this game and have been playing it for over forever now. But it’s not the same feeling anymore. I actually got good at the game and got into modding and stuff like that and it’s not bad, but just different
man
This theme, easily reminds me of one of the biggest regrets I've done in my life.
Losing a creative world that I spent at hundreds of days on as a kid. Then one day, I accidentally deleted it. I already was thinking I put in more effort than I should've on the world, but after that happened?
I never came back to MC until somewhat recently.
This was ALREADY sad and nostalgic without the edit.
Between the age of 5 to 11, I've been obsessed with minecraft (specifically xbox360 edition)
This song is very nostalgic and since my mom passed away when i was 9, It feels extra like.. odd.
Thanks, very *_EPIC_*
I remember wayyy back in the day when i used to hang out with my friends, they used to come over and play on my ps3, we had a jungle treehouse and had spent months building it, finally killed the dragon and were just enjoying the game. Man i miss those times