Blue Period is like an extended bob ross documentary on ecstasy. nah it’s more like a picasso painting if it became sentient. a journey of self discovery and identification; a coming of age story delving into the nuances of art, quickly became the best thing i’ve read this year

to preface this, i wanted to say that i read this during a pivotal time in my life, and for better or worse, this story challenged any and all of my preconceived notions on adulthood and responsibility.

so to start, i wanted to say how it’s kinda crazy how your formative years “dictate” the rest of your life, or at least that’s the belief we’ve adopted and hammered into the minds of each generation. Pursuing something shouldn’t be contingent on whether you’re good at it or not..

i shouldn’t become a molecular scientist just because i’m “good” at it. what you aspire to become boils down to how much you love it. Treating the things you love as hobbies instead of a potential career path is just being dishonest with yourself. or at least that’s how i view it

Stumbling upon a new passion has the potential to expound your beliefs and change you as a person. i don’t want to work for the rest of my life. i want to enjoy every second that i have doing what i love. for that i need to seek new opportunities regardless of improbability

and pursuing a nonsensical dream from the perspectives of others just gives me an even greater drive to prove them wrong. i really liked how this story leveraged that emotional conflict between family and friends. and how they eventually realized the extent of yatoras dedication

its like shrödinger’s cat but way more horrifying. risking everything you’ve done for a single chance sounds like a dumb idea. i have horrible luck but i’d rather gamble on that one opportunity than to stay stagnant. to me the most enjoyable parts of life are the most unexpected-

and figuring out who you are as a person is a part of it. Then again, you’ll never know till you actually try it. This really sounds like some gary vee motivational speech, but honestly it’s just the truth and something i’ve learnt to accept

i found it really sweet how the first time yatora was truly able to speak to someone was through art. he always acclamated to scenarios and conversations without expressing his true desires, and only said what people wanted to hear.

throughout the manga, yatora finds pieces of himself through art. it becomes the catalyst for self identification and true passion. it’s such a captivating and motivational story. and as corny as it sounds a picture really is worth a thousand words

this thread was kind of a mess but i wanted to get my thoughts out there on this incredible story. truly one of a kind and i’m glad i read it

actually, forget what i said at the beginning; this is probably the best manga i’ve read in my entire life. I’d really recommend it if you made it to the end of this thread. that being said, thanks a bunch for reading