I was the black sheep of the fam..
*buzzzzzzzzz*
The sound tore through the silence.
Five in the morning,
I reached out for my phone and switched the alarm off, sighing as the song cut off mid-track.
"Ugh… one more sleepless night. Where has the angst gone, Jude?"
I groaned ,burrying my face into my plushie husky.
I picked up my phone again and opened Reddit. I loved scrolling through it—exploring different perspectives was fun sometimes, but mostly I did it to discover music, the niche tastes people shared.
Sometimes it was the anime and movie fandoms—the theories people came up with.
I envied how easily others could connect the dots, while I always stayed blank, unsure of how to form theories myself.
I was more of a feeler, trying to understand why a character was written the way they were, and how they might live if they existed in real life.
A post about the band I loved, The Black Box Recorder, caught my attention—pure coincidence, an interpretation of the same song I had just been listening to.
It was posted by a user with a strange username: "iwish31febexisted."
"Hey chat, I've streamed "Seasons in the Sun" about 200 times now lol. Here's my interpretation in case anyone cares:
I know the song was originally written by Jacques Brel in French, and later popularized by Terry Jacks in the early '70s. Still, I personally prefer the version by The Black Box Recorder.
There's just something about its rhythm—it kinda reaches the bruised parts, if that makes sense.
What I think the song is about is that at some point in life, you start feeling overwhelmed or helpless and end up thinking about what actually matters to you. You start counting the people who are by your side—at least a few, I guess. Doesn't really matter if things were perfect with them or not.
You think about how you'd say goodbye, what you shared with them, what they taught you, what you loved about them. And in a way, that thought alone feels like a reason not to give up sometimes i guess lol
I relate to it a lot tho..
Last not the least.. the ending part of the song –
"we had joy we had fun we have seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time"
I cannot explain more of it .. its written so beautifully TwT it just feels like out of all the fun days , deep down i knew i will be sad again and feel so much empty that it will be hard to look the warmth present around me
I meaaaan i jus love this song sm wish i could inherit it in my viens"
What did I just read? Wow… it's like they'd reached into my head and put words to the jumble of thoughts I can't explain.
Part of me wanted to reply right away, but another part just stared at the screen.
Fuck, why can't I even start a conversation?
I opened their DMs and started typing:
"Hey, I just read your post about Seasons in the Sun and I loved how you expressed it… the way you interpreted it really resonated with me. I kinda like expressing songs like that too lol, so…"
It felt so weird to just send this to a complete stranger.
I mean… what could they possibly think? That I relate to them too? Or worse… that I'm some kind of creep?
My thumb hovered over the send button, shaking slightly.
Why is this so hard?
Yeah… maybe I should just send this.
Then get some sleep and wait for their reply.
I took a deep breath, pressed send, and immediately felt my heart racing
Okay… now we wait. Don't overthink it. Just… sleep. You did good Jude
I tossed my phone and hugged my pillow to sleep
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