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A Personal Review of Suzume

There was a time when I felt completely disconnected—from my family, my work, and the people around me. Today was one of those days. After an argument with my parents and my brother, I took my motorcycle and ran away from home, riding far until I reached a bridge. I stood there, looking at the water, the city lights, and the vast night sky. For a brief moment, I thought about everything—about how distant I felt from my own life. On my way back, I saw a man standing by the railway. I asked if he wanted to talk, and he ... refused. In that moment, I realized—he must have thought I was trying to scam him. And then it hit me. Oh, so he thinks I’m a scammer too. It made me feel even more disconnected, as if no matter what I did, people would only ever assume the worst.

When I got home, I ignored my brother’s words, shut myself in my room, turned off the lights, and watched Suzume.

Watching this film felt like looking into a mirror. Suzume ran away, not out of anger, but out of longing—for answers, for something missing. Like me, she encountered kindness, but only when it was convenient for others. In her most desperate moments, when she was barefoot and in tattered clothes, no one stopped to help. But she kept going. She ignored the world and followed her heart, sometimes selfishly, sometimes for love, but always with a determination that I admired.

The past few weeks had been overwhelming. I work as a banker, and even when I ask people to open an account with zero cost, they look at me as if I’m a scammer. My parents and my brother fought while trying to help me, reminding me of my childhood—when arguments were the background noise of my life, when I was bullied, ashamed of myself, and desperately seeking someone who would care. I got through it, but now, between my internship, exams, deadlines, and the betrayals I faced—from a co-worker, from a customer I tried to trust, from my own university that took away my scholarship because of a teacher’s mistake—it felt like everything was caving in again.

I cried twice in the past two weeks. The first time was when my senior colleague scammed me. The next day, a customer I trusted did the same.

Watching Suzume made me realize that life doesn’t offer easy answers. People won’t always care—not because they’re heartless, but because it’s normal to look out for yourself first. Suzume’s journey wasn’t easy. She found kindness, but she also faced loneliness. She made mistakes, but she didn’t stop moving forward. And in the end, she found what she had been looking for—not just answers, but peace.

I won’t say this movie "fixed" me. Real life isn’t a story where everything ties up neatly. But it gave me hope. Hope that I can keep going, that I can find my own answers, and that even in the darkest moments, there’s still a reason to move forward. And maybe, for someone else out there feeling the same way I did tonight, Suzume can offer you that hope too.