I've just finished watching Tari Tari.
In spite of some logical cracks in the last episodes it was really some kind of awesome "slice of life as it should be".
I began watching it the day I had come back home from the military. It was a middle of the summer, on one of those lazy days when everyone was trying to hide themselves away from phenomenal heat in fresh lakes' water.
I expected this anime from the beginning, even when I had been preparing for my exams in May...
And now these days have ended... And the feeling I have now is the same as the one I had when I had finished Kaichou wa Maid-sama or Steins;Gate. It is like the part of my life has come to its end letting pass to another one.
Tari Tari is for real an amazing slice of life. It tells us about people whose eyes glitter with a little fire of creativity and art, who can spend all their time and money for purpose to do something that's going to move people's hearts... The story is so heart touching and pure, that I couldn't keep my tears in some moments, although there wasn't any drippy drama moments in the end like in some animes.
A sad parting moment was shown though...
It ended like it was supposed to end, no any irreal miracles or magic, but that kind of miracles, which occur in real life every day. Tari Tari shows us a flowing of life, its circulating, sometimes harsh and sometimes sunny, the thing that is called Dao. When I watched an "afterword" after the ending, I realised that I understand Dao now, though I can't compare it all fully yet.
I saw that Japanese life's volatility concept, that keystone of the Japanese philosophy and way of living, the same as in scattering cherry blossoms' petals moved with a wind.
Though all it is graphomania and sophistry.
So, let's just listen to its music and relax...
And I must not be depressed more and finish all that stuff I have to do.