I am a 90’s kid. Doraemon was my favorite character.
He looks like a blue bear at first, but he is not an animal. He is a robot from the future, a friend, and a small piece of imagination that somehow feels real.
As a child, I saw him as a multi-purpose problem solver. He had endless skills—he could make things bigger or smaller, move through different time zones, and bring tools from his pocket for almost every situation. It felt like there was no problem in the world he couldn’t help with.
I used to wish I could have a friend like him. Someone who doesn’t judge, doesn’t overcomplicate things, just quietly helps when life gets difficult.
But what I didn’t notice at first is that Doraemon is not only powerful.
He is also imperfect.
Even with all his abilities, he struggles. He gets worried, he makes mistakes, and sometimes he doesn’t know the right answer. He still tries, even when things don’t go smoothly. He also faces challenges and fights against difficult situations and “evil” in his own way.
That is what makes him special.
Not perfection—but effort.
Not control—but care.
When I look at Doraemon now, especially something soft like a blue fluffy pouch, it brings me back to childhood. A time when imagination was bigger than reality, and even small things could feel magical.
In a way, I don’t think I was ever just loving a cartoon character.
I was loving the idea of comfort.
Doraemon Pouch
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