User blog comment:LuciaHunter/μ's FinalLoveLive! 2016 ~μ'sic Forever~ Live-Viewing Day 2/@comment-27535409-20160410151636

It might be too late for me to comment here, but well... here's my 2cent

I agree with your reflection, it is a harsh world we're living in. And part of the Anime industry these days just gonna make it worse with more and more dark and subversive contents. Love Live was one of the part that dare going against this trend, and,  if I could say so myself, may be the only one among them that really took a place in the heart of the audiences and not only being a fleeting trend.

There's a girl I know who have been exposed to constant dark-themed content that she become cynical to everything and everyone (and even me, who has been knowing her for a decade) and now I am beginning to think it is too late to save her. I keep asking myself again and again of what would happen if I knew Love Live earlier and introduced her to Love Live earlier. Will that be able to lift her up from the darkness inside like it did with many others? ...but thinking about that just make me mad at myself, at how powerless and slow I am now that I can't even approach her properly. Or maybe because she finally decided to grow up, while I didn't...

Also, I do agree with you, that we are all connected, at least we LLivers are. Today as I went photoshoot at a local convention, I wore the Final Live T-Shirt and was approached by several LLivers who I have never saw face before, talking about Muse's. For them to open up this much (contrary to their reserved nature) just because of the T-Shirt I wore, it's just another proof of how we LLivers are emotionally connected.

Lastly, yes, I know too well that at one point, I will have to leave Love Live behind (as well as my other hobbies) as I move forward with life. At one point I might have forgotten about them due to my old age. But the memory about them, about what happened in the Final Iive won't be going anywhere, it's just being sealed off in the most pleasurable and youthful part of my heart, waiting for something to trigger it back into active memory. Maybe, in a very fortunate turn of event, my child (assuming that I even procreate at all) might, let's say, discovered an old set of books in my old closet, the books may be aged, covered in dust, and its pages turned yellow as years pass, but one could still make sense out of the title of the book from the cover: "School Idol Diaries" and my child might come to me and ask me what is it. Unsealed from its vault, the memories come back to me, and I'm sure that what I will answer, in tears, will be "Sit down, princess. Daddy's gonna tell you a really good story"