Measuring the seasons of love | WE-135

Hello #weekendexperiences friends, today I want to share with you a bit of a bittersweet participation for #WE-135. The topic of my choice has been "Music Feels on the weekend" and although at first I was a bit hesitant about which song I wanted to talk about, but exploring my lists on Spotify I found one that certainly makes me feel a lot of things, not necessarily happy, but it is one that moves me quite a bit, it is called "Seasons of love".

2016 was a really strange year for me and by strange I mean difficult, I had to face the separation from my partner of seven years, plus I went to live alone for the first time in Mexico City. All that happened in the first months of the year, and then I made the mistake of thinking "What else can happen?", that, my friends, is a dangerous question because in reality bad things can always keep happening to us.

That year I lost two of my best friends in a totally unexpected way, one in a terrible car accident and the other from an illness that was supposed to be overcome, but eventually killed him in less than a week, those two events came to close a totally dreadful year in which, obviously, by the end of it I did not feel like having any celebration, in fact, I didn't even want to leave my apartment for a long time.

Seeing the depressive state I was in, a friend of mine tried to lift my spirits by taking me to the theater to see one of my favorite musicals: Rent. That was a huge surprise, as much as it was one of my favorites, the last thing I wanted was to sit and watch something so depressing, but in reality she didn't know what it was about, and she did it with good intentions. Even though I psyched myself up to try not to get too involved with the play there was a moment when it was inevitable to identify with what was going on, that was the beginning of the crying.

By the time the song "Seasons of love" came on I was already too fragile and of course the song broke me, it had been a shitty year and all I could think about was the frustrated lives of my friends, who by the time they passed away were 23 and 27 years old, and the things that I had lost that year. Since then every time I listen to that song I have mixed feelings, I think about how fleeting life can be, how I want to be remembered when I'm gone, and how much I miss them both.

Sadly, it has now become a song I prefer to avoid because of the melancholy and memories it evokes in me every time I hear it.

I share the video with you so you can listen to it, in case you don't know it: Seasons of love.

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