I traveled to another island and in the middle of setting up a bed, I got overwhelmed and died. Demoralizing… I took a deep breath, made a new boat and set sail again.

After a little while I asked myself why I’m actually playing this game. Much like the OP mentioned is how I feel. For whatever reason though, I still log on and play. After spending an hour doing random things I realize I haven’t progressed anywhere, but it’s still satisfying.

So many games hold your hand and point you in the right direction… and I always feel like chasing the next listed objective makes it a chore for me.

I guess that’s why it’s “fun” for me.