Emotions are a funny thing a persons appeal to logic can be completely undercut by a strong enough appeal to emotion. Its common for teenagers to believe the world should conform to their logic and to enforce your brand of logic onto the world you interact with and struggle and lament when it doesnt work out. But as an adult Ive found it much easier to understand that which cannot be interpreted through this childish thought that life should only work this way. I reluctantly grew up. I will keep growing up together with those that matter most to me. Ill grow in ways I wont notice. My relationships will change for better and for worse. Sometimes things will happen so gradually that Ill wonder how I got here. And sometimes they will happen so suddenly that the past me would never understand how it came to this. Which is why Im glad to have Araragi grow old with me. It should be no secret that Araragis struggles are my own and that I would still be lost without him. Lost Even a lost snail grows up even the dead cannot stop growing so I have a duty to grow while Im still alive. After 18 years or rather in the 3 years since Ive started Monogatari Ive been able to grow thanks to Araragi. You could say he helped save me and hes not so silly anymore to say I did it without his help. Even if ultimately my decision to give the series the chance it deserves is how I saved myself. Ill be 25 soon I constantly feel like an old man and yet still too much like a kid as well. Araragi growing past the age of adolescence has allowed me to cope with my own and yet we can both keep growing past what we thought should have been our expiration date. We can see the world through new eyes. We can accept the first great tragedy that we caused. We can both see past the ending where no one was happy to the future where happiness blooms. Not our happy ending but our happy continuation. Im reluctantly growing up after 18 years or rather 6 years. Ill grow with my favorite protagonist as my guide. Ill grow thanks to the beauty conveyed to me by a person Ill never meet translated from a language I might never learn and find my own happy continuation. This has been the beginning of Family Season whatever that uncertain future will bring it has started beautifully and this illustration at the end will surely stick with me for the rest of my life and is the only reason I felt I had to write a review at all despite it being more a review of myself than a review of Nisios work itself.