「よそんもん / 東京から来た奴ら」 (Yosonmon / Toukyokarakita Yasura)
“Guys from Tokyo”
This week’s episode was a complete bundle of joy. From start to finish there was never a dull moment to be found.
Coming from the city that moves at a breakneck pace, Handa’s friends coming down to visit served as a nice reminder about just how different things are in the countryside. Ever since we met Handa and watched him struggle to acclimate to the country life, I’ve been a big fan of all the relationship building and the sense of family the show’s been trying to create and this episode was the icing on the cake.
Using everything that he’s learned since he first arrived, I absolutely loved how Handa managed to keep his head on straight with adversity literally staring him down. Not only did he not let a grudge between him and a younger calligraphist get the better of him but watching him realize that what he’s looking for can’t simply be found by returning to his old but comfortable lifestyle felt simply amazing. Because with the kid who stole first place from him blabbing on and on about how all his recent life choices are completely wrong and Handa having trouble figuring out just what he deems is important in life, it wouldn’t be hard to fault him if he caved to Kousuke’s request. But with Naru doing what Naru does best, it was refreshing to see Handa learn from all his experiences from the past five episodes and discover just what he’s looking for.
With this week’s episode not really having a big slice-of-life section in favor of giving Handa a full episode to find himself, I just wanted to touch on something that the episode made me think of. I’m personally in a pretty stressful point in my life where I have almost no clue about what I want to do. School isn’t a place where I can hide from reality and money has become more of a hassle than a pleasure. Toss in how I’m not particularly talented at anything nor have a specialization at anything and the thoughts about the future start flooding in.
But if there’s anything I’ve learned from Barakamon, it’s that no matter how much of a bitch life’s being you have to get back up and face it. With friends and family ready to catch you no matter how hard you get knocked down, there’s never a reason not to get back up and try again. Because sometimes, it isn’t about achieving what you think you want but the path you took to get there.
After such an intense episode, I’m hoping that next week goes back to some lighthearted fuwafuwa goodness. If it doesn’t, it isn’t a huge deal but I don’t know how much more I can take of my emotions getting all riled up.
‘Till Next Week!