The feeling of being spawned into the world is strange, but there isn't to much time to linger on that. On the first day you must collect wood. I was never successful in surviving my first day, but today I would finally survive. So I collected wood, and I crafted an ax to collect wood faster. But not fast enough. Midday was gaining on me, urging me to work faster. So I collected a good stack of oak wood and a few apples, and I crafted a pick axe to carve a shelter into a mountain. But there was still a long to do list reaching the floor, an endless amount of weight on my shoulders. But I found coal in the face of the mountain and I found sheep so I could get wool to craft a bed to sleep the night.
Everything was working out, except, as soon as I collected the wool, the darkness approached, and spiders slashed my back. My head was spinning, How could I survive? I did all I could think to do, I ran. I ran to the mountain where my shelter lied, but the mobs where spawning left and right and they where all following me. I was so close to my house, so close. I needed to get home and craft a bed to survive the night, I must survive the night.
I was sprinting to my shelter. Within seconds, I shoved open the door to my shelter as a spider slashed my back. I got in. It seemed too good to believe. I limped over to the crafting table and crafted the bed. I placed it next to my furnace and I fell into a fast sleep. As I woke up, I took it all in. I had survived my first night. Now I can say I completed one goal in survival. Now I still had many goals to complete. But I survived a night. For me that's huge.
I got out of bed ready for the next day. The first new goal I set for myself was to find food. I spotted some cows and pigs roaming the edge of a birch tree forest. I went to them to retrieve their beef and pork. Then deeper into the forest there was a small pond with chickens, so I got those too. I then officially finished the goal of collecting food. I was doing pretty good in survival. I still couldn't get over the fact I survived the night. I usually had no courage when It came to survival.
But I had to focus more, I needed to collect seeds to start a farm, get some mining done to collect more resources, and face the mobs in the caves I must enter. This is an epic adventure. All adventures hold action, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Some adventures hold great heroes. Yes indeed there is going to be a long road ahead, but I will decide where the path leads. I must follow the basic rules that will guide me in the right direction. Minecraft is an adventure. I will be part of the adventure now.