The premise of 100日後に死ぬワニ (The Crocodile Who Dies in 100 Days) is simple. You follow the life of an anthropomorphic alligator and his friends in real time, starting from around December until today. Nothing much happens in the story. The alligator works, texts his friends, and watches TV.
But each day ends with a countdown of when this alligator will die. And in a way, according to Mafumi Usui, a psychology professor, the same applies to us:
We are all, in fact, crocodiles who will die in 100 days. Our schools, workplaces, and lives will also change. Nothing lasts forever. And we all someday will die.
For example, I am “a human who will die in 22 years”.
I’ve just turned 60. On average, a 60 year old man has 22 years left to live. So it’s been pronounced that I have 22 years left.
Well, 22 years is just an average. I might die tomorrow. That applies to everyone, no matter how young someone is. Their long lifespans are just an average.
As we live each day, so do our remaining lives shorten by a day. But we don’t usually notice this.
This weekend, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom in Tokyo, as they are in the comic. The coronavirus crisis might have stopped people from celebrating graduations and matriculations under the falling pink petals, but it is perhaps fitting that millions of people had their eyes on Twitter tonight, collectively celebrating the life of this anonymous alligator.