Sometimes you need a break, and it is that time for me. While many of my corpies and EVE friends tend to 'run off' in EVE doing some sort of PVE that strikes their fancy, I have no interest in EVE PVE, so I frequently turn to other games. Face it, wandering through they very cool looking caves inside the Mines of Moria is a whole lot more interesting to me then shooting red X's for hours, or driving myself crazy dragging little bubbles around a screen to triangulate some unknown thing.
Exploration is something I always figured I'd love in EVE, and for a little while I dabbled in finding various plexes and wormholes. Unfortunately, the wormholes all started to look the same to me...and the plexes were few and far between and often not worth the pain I felt from the actual probing process. In my opinion, probing is the worst kind of grind in EVE, and what you find at the other end is a poor motivation for it.
So, I PVE...I 'explore' in other games. Most times, it means just wandering around with my avatar, sneaking through areas that are too high level for me, or revisiting places I skimmed over long ago. There are no expectations. No corporation, or alliance. I don't get mail, I don't need to worry about a subscription or isk or market orders. If I log on for 15 minutes, I get 15 minutes of exploration done--with no waiting, no timers, no looking for a fleet or something to kill. There's no CSM, no voting, no politics. There's no argued about game mechanics, or decisions to make about what to fly or how to fly it or what to fit on it. There's no ammunition, no plexes that are threatened, no poses coming out fo reinforced...face it, EVE is often like a real life job.
But, right now, the biggest decision I have to make is what color horse to ride at the moment, and how many Orcs I feel like killing. I have to see if a friend is on and whether he'll kill Orcs with me, and we might pause a moment as we reach high points of the landscape to just look at the breathtaking view of the ruins and the monuments and the superbly real looking water falls --a world that lives and breaths a past, present, and future, a history.
But the day will alway come that I get tired of exploring. That, even the monuments and the ruins start to look the same and the waterfalls become just water--the day I get that familiar yearning for home again. And I'll brush the orc blood of my axe, and turn my face to the sky -- returning yet again to the cold, unforgiving halls of the universe.