蛍火の杜へ (~Into the Forest of Fireflies' Light)
romanization: Hotarubi no Mori e
literal: Into the Forest of Fireflies’ Light
Suburban house, missing the in-between in life
…ended up just watching the entire thing as I did as when I was young.
A similar story to Spirited Away. Perhaps they root from some ancient Japanese source story.
The film is slow, dreamy, like Totoro. It has its magic. It’s predictable, yet I was happy to watch it, and it made me happy, optimistic.
For the simple things. Memories. Good times. Summers. Natural joy. Picnics. Talking. Sharing. Time.
I think of all those memories I created in Taiwan, and elsewhere. A happier place. Instead of my cultural theory, I take in the youthful joy. Of the Chinese class, of her, of my trip in Asia, of New York, of the fatkids, of College Park, of my youth. So many memories. It’s beautiful to think about.
I’ve been so focused lately that I’ve recently stopped thinking. This free-thinking is what makes me happy. Ignore reality, and be happy.
- Perhaps not ignore reality, rather, stop organizational behaviors and live!