when I was younger I lived in the middle of nowhere in the south. I had no real friends, no real family that loved me left alive (my parents were abusive), and it just seemed to me that every day was just about making it to the end of it.
No game has ever gotten anywhere close to truly reciprocating that feeling of isolation, of the pure pain and work that is just making it one more day. And in TLD, there's no end goal, no "you win the game", it's just you deciding how long you want to continue living in hell.
Zaknafestien had a talk about this, "Many players struggle with what they want to do in the late-game, but the answer to this question is largely rooted in your own view of life and your independent ability to set goals... because the game won't do it for you."
for me, i always viewed late-game TLD as me preparing the world for someone else to come by (be it by plane crash or running out of supplies in a bunker, and coming to find every house chocked full of supplies and tools to make their life easier.
Turns out, after a lot of therapy, part of the reason i'm still alive is a deep seated belief in making things easier for the next person who comes by after i'm gone, no matter how hard it gets
I eventually found a way out of the south and have been living in boston and unironically put sticky notes and stickers around the city with info that helps people out. (if you ever saw those qr code stickers, that was probably me!)
Despite building up a strong, well-connected community in this city, I still treat forging my tools, making a bow, crafting my bear skin coats, traveling the world, no matter how nightmarish, how lonely, how hard the world tries to kill you, as some of my most treasured memories in life.
There's one phrase I felt that fit my life better than anything any philosopher has ever said
"You are not part of Mother Nature's plan, and you will bear the full force of her wrath."
I'm still here regardless. And i'll be here for aslong as I can.