I remember we could spend entire weeks in 4 player Doom 2 deathmatch during summer with my friends. We could spend an entire day just playing made-up scenarios where we tried to kite cyberdemons from one part of the map into another (an exercise which we called demon shepherding).
I fired up Doom 2 again on one of the many ports and it looks great, all the nice memories came flooding back, and yet it wasn't the same. It made me realize that the magic wasn't in the games, or the computers or the people. The magic was in us being a bunch of kids born into infinite curiosity and no (real) responsibilities. That magic unfortunately cannot be recreated in adult life.
Now if you spend an all-nighter on any hobby, your 30+ year old body will wake up feeling rubbish the next day. Do it 2-3 days in a row, and you'll feel like death.
I can afford any piece of hardware and any game my heart desires, my steam library numbers more than 200 games. I have played less than half of them, and less than a quarter to completion. It's the age old curse of aging :)
When you are young, you have time but no money. When you are old, you have money but no time.