I find myself drawn to opening packs, almost like a ritual. The thrill of not knowing what’s inside keeps me coming back for more. Each time I tear open a new pack, there’s a rush of excitement and anticipation. Will I get that ghost card? The chase is addictive, and it feels rewarding when I finally find get the damn ghost card.

But sometimes I wonder if it's more than just the thrill. It can feel overwhelming, like I’m stuck in a cycle of constant anticipation. I’ve started to realize that I need to find a balance. Maybe taking a step back could help me appreciate the moments more, rather than just ripping packs for 8 hours.

I find myself drawn to opening packs, almost like a ritual. The thrill of not knowing what’s inside keeps me coming back for more. Each time I tear open a new pack, there’s a rush of excitement and anticipation. Will I get that ghost card? The chase is addictive, and it feels rewarding when I finally find get the damn ghost card. But sometimes I wonder if it's more than just the thrill. It can feel overwhelming, like I’m stuck in a cycle of constant anticipation. I’ve started to realize that I need to find a balance. Maybe taking a step back could help me appreciate the moments more, rather than just ripping packs for 8 hours.